“Wrestle with the soul,
Make it bleed on paper.
Let your hands commit a sin,
Do your heart a favour!”
If only bleeding on paper was so easy,
Where would our hearts go?
Maybe the only reason we run,
Is because we want people to stop us
Maybe the only reason we adapt to darkness
Is because we are too much in love with
The light at the end of the tunnel
And maybe, just maybe we hope against hope
That, that the light will guide us home…