Men have flown since the dawn of time
through airy demons without a care,
without looking back.
Why change the course?
Why accelerate?
No pain is no pain.
And yet, no gain is always the same.
Give me a chance to fly into the rain,
into the darker clouds:
into the heart numbing,
bone crushing,
mind frying, will dying, eyes crying...
into the lightning.
Bookworm and Silverfish - Where I work.
"Working hard or hardly working?"