"... And that's what happens.

We break, we seek, we find, we mold, we run, we climb, we walk, we treasuer, we try... We lose. Looking at the ground we stand waiting for the violins and the mime.

Defeat.

The confidence once up drowns in the water of its own pool. But every waking moment we look for a reason to hope, to not lie to ourselves about our successes, to find fulfillment in sweet nothings never said. Every waking moment. Every single waking moment. We spend it with the tears rolling off our backs as sweat and showers, swear and showers. Sweat and showers. The dirty deeds between bloom and dicease washed away only kind enough to leave the dirty residue at the bottom of the tub. We scrub to wipe clean. We dive to not sink.

We fly though.

We fly to find new heights -- the climax of what was unimaginable. Eagles soar and dedicate themselves as shrines at the heighest points. But we... WE fly higher. Higher to where mountains are needles, people are Barbie and Ken dolls, and we of the clouds. But we don't know this. We don't know this little secret. We don't know how high we can soar. We don't know that those layers of the atmosphere are just the crest and troughs of the ocean and all we have to do is swim up. The curiosity, the need to find a new mountain does not exist. It is the myths and legends, the strength of the Gods, the ghost of Christmas past, present, and future. It is very much alive as I am right now. You don't see me but I'm there with you. But you would never know until you lost me.

And that's what happens. We cry, we create, we buy, we break, we find, we carry, we carry, we carry, we find, we drive, we ride,  we win, we pray, we dive. We lose..."