We're free to free ourselves. Whatever we may have become, it's a faint second in the giant clock of life. Make it red, paint it black, bite your tongue and feel some wrath - a new second awaits, and you'll miss the last one, every one. We're forever changing, it's the only damnation we can't escape from. Don't desperate, self-create, taste every single tear that rolls down your face, just don't fall asleep.