The universe is cracked.
Crack.
Goes the world.
The poor, sad people here.
Oh, god why?
Why are we bound to these few limitations,
Of calm, loud pulsations.
They echo in my mind.
Calling out, "Just stop."
"Stop trying to make a difference."
"Stop trying to change our preference."

Your preference of what?
Of life?
Of your mind?

I've got news for you, kiddo.
I can do anything I want.
As long as it's legal.

Remember this:

The people who built the Titanic
Were experts.
But the person who built the arch
Was an amateur.

Don't tell me
That I can't make a
Difference.

I already have.

Thank you.

But no thank you.