The rage clock’s hands strangle silence. The geometry of love reveals its intricacies. A bar brawl of the heart is far better than a bullet in the brain. Reading by the light of one’s bright eyes is far better than being blind to the truth. Today’s regrets bang against tomorrow’s door, seeking to come clean. Today’s words left unpurchased are perhaps the ones tomorrow can afford. The perfection of humans—our imperfections. A lifetime to right our wrongs. A lifetime to write our songs.