Oh yeah

Dark alleys and wooden bowls howl no longer
I sit crying my quicksilver tars into a glass of beer
knowing that life is not worthy of being called miserable
(‘tis only a bit of time, ‘tis only an event, ‘tis not worthy of importance
but nay, ‘tis everything, ‘tis the most important, ‘tis you)
and yet, I wonder,
awe is the emotion that makes me human
love pales in comparison
I cannot hope to achieve the nightmares
and yet I’d dare to leap off buildings in skyscraper towers
in search of a swift escape in the universe.
Trust me darling, it’ll only take a moment.