27 MAY 2017 AT 18:45

We are hurled towards this voyage,
We strive, we strain, we salvage,
We boast about our exotic existence,
We plot, and patch our persistence,
And then arrives a treacherous shove,
When we fall into a ghostly love,
And then arrives that vile and stormy day,
When breakup adds to our dismal decay,
We are hurled towards this darkness,
We thrash, we burn, we cuss,
We are hurled towards this gunfire,
We write, we mold, we inspire.

- Talking Tree