“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of...
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth...
Life has a soundtrack. Sometime we choose the song. Sometimes the song chooses us. Sometimes it’s just a freight train careening off the rails....