Let’s love hard and reckless. Like the sounds of madness, That mutter insults into our ears. We are perfect as long as we don’t think, but that is what we are programmed to do We’ve done it for so long; Engrained into our flesh. We can’t be pleased. Stuck in a cyclone. A Vortex. Endless if we can’t find our way out. Two souls Linked forever to find their happiness. When it was right In front of them All along.