Additive: Optimism

The horse latitudes refer to region in the Northern Atlantic (between 30 and 35 degrees north and south) where vessels lightened their loads by throwing the horses overboard to catch the weakened current to return to course.

Modest Mouse:

Medication

this is the part of me that needs medication
this is the part of me that believes in heaven
...thinks outer space is all dead
...wishes it was with it
...'s trying to be funny
...loves my parents
...thinks that ants are cavemen
...thinks all humans are ants
...learns from sitcoms
....means nothing
and I do-o-o-on't know
where I could go away and you could wish that I had stayed or just
stayed gone
and I don't know
and I don't know at all
so, out of the context and into what you meant
and you know your reasons
you don't know who you are but you know who you wanna be
I-I-I doooon't know
so you go to the library to get yourself a book and you look and you look
but you didn't find anything to read
and I do-on't know at all
left all my kinder parts rusting and peeling
that guy was complaining as he looked at the ceiling
my nose isn't that big it looks nothing like me
we're all doctors trading sadness for numbness
grass looks much greener but it's green-painted cement
the mayor's machines are there cleaning the pavement
you can't make dirt clean so we'll just lemon-scent

Interstate 8

Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space
I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place
I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8
I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late
You go out like a riptide
You know that ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork
How have you been? [x2]
How have you? [x2]
I drove around for hours, I drove around for days
I drove around for months and years and never went no place
We're on a pass, we're on pass
I stopped for gas, but where could place be
To pay for gas to drive around
Around the Interstate 8
You go out like a riptide
You know that ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork
How have you been? [x2]
How have you? [x2]

The above lyrics are taken from an EP collection, "Building Something Out of Nothing" by Modest Mouse.
I particularly like the image in the refrain, "[w]ind-up anger with an endless view of / [t]he ground's colorful patchwork".
How often I have felt that activating, confounding anger simply sputters out before I am finished with it.