I stand on the edge of a growing storm. Great clouds billow and burst. Streaks of light chased by tremendous thunder. But it's on the horizon. I'm watching it shift and swirl. I can feel it. The ground beneath my feet. That thud, thumping, thump. The bass at your back. The beat in your veins. I pick up my youth right where I left it. I forgot how to shake and rattle and roll. Souls are earned not given. There's a lie in alive, when you're too busy getting it wrong. I used to build and watch it break. Now I'll break all I've ever built. Ashes to ashes, dust and rust. I can feel it... Burning, ebbing, glowing. Sweet saccharine life. A recklessness reserved for the young. A wisdom earned by age. Thud, thud, thump. There's a rush only achieved, when you've been bent and broken. Crushed and cornered. Taken right to the cusp. And you fight. You kick, you scratch, you claw. You get on your ******* feet. Thump, thump, THUD. There's is blood under your nails. Blood in your eyes. Blood in the water. You fight. You win. There is always a silver lining. There is always a sunset worth seeing. There is always a way back. There is a way in always... as long as you do it right.