Its like hope slipped right through our hands to weigh us down and test the strength of man. This world spins faster than you'll ever know. You refuse to go unheard, but you must learn to live loud. My whole life I've been waiting for this moment to arrive, to expel these words like bile from the back of my lungs. But when we stand so close together, trying to find your own pulse amongst a thousand beating hearts all singing: "We are all lost." I swear one day we will all come to find, that these are the moments we wish we could never leave behind. I've seen this pass by too many times, so while you can, embrace, if not just once because... Everyday is a fleeting memory. And for what it's worth, hold on to what you have. Is living too much for us? Ignoring, denying the hour glass. For what it's worth, hold on to what you have for what it's worth. We are, we are not lost. Everyday is a fleeting memory.