This reservoir is heavy and volatile, desperate to relax it's banks and holdings. Giddy to collapse out eyes and tumble down face. Without this I am a speck of dust, without this I'm not brave, I am just genderless thoughts. And one by one the years roll on, the boundaries blur, no growth, no decline. I am just genderless thoughts; I am just genderless thoughts. Every spring is a reminder that you forgot what it is to be happy, every autumn you embark upon new mourning for the death of ease. The passing of your relaxed self, you concede smiles and lumber on brows furrowed. When you are the malice behind the dark there's nothing left to be afraid of. Cynicism fades as the light fails, just once don't promise us hope.