everything you catch comes from here, while elation is 
swinging from you to me, from side to side on a constant 
approach, we're too afraid to get closer to let it go 
forth. it's not your silhouette what I see, gonna get on 
my feet recklessly, hail the silent art of being poles 
apart, and of reaching what you're missin when you 
reached it up. your arrival shoves me in hell.