There are some times that all you want to do is cry. Cry a lot. Running from your shiny bright life that burns your eyes. Then crawling back and re-spinning your yarns.
There are some times you always question. Why it here. Why it there. Too deep that you can be drown. Too high that a swing can't fly you up.
There are some times you get down by human being. And there are some times to tackle them as smooth yet so hard as you tickle them with your breath of a champion.