maybe I'd meet you along the way fellow traveler. Maybe you'd be a failed poet, and we would meet over the Arnos in Ponte Vecchio, and you'd tell me about your strayed adventures, unfulfilled desires and long lost loves. And I'll in return decide to tag along, thinking,
"What is more merrier than to have another pair of eyes to wander,
and ears to heed when the nights get dark in this city filled with dead dreams..."