While we hope this title never comes to fruition, this blog is meant to pay homage to David Crosby and Graham Nash for penning the incredibly poignant song by the same name. Over the years you have been huntedby the men who throw harpoonsAnd in the long run he will kill youjust to feed the pets we raise,put the flowers in your vaseand make the lipstick for your face.Over the years you swam the oceanFollowing feelings of your ownNow you are washed up on the shorelineI can see your body lieIt’s a shame you have to dieto put the shadow on our eyeMaybe we’ll go,Maybe we’ll disappearIt’s not that we don’t know,It’s just that we don’t want to care.Under the bridgeOver the foamWind on the water,Carry me home.