(Inspired by fictional and creative writer Chad Luibi.)nnThey say everything is meaningless no matter how much we see,nno matter how much we hear,nwe are never satisfiednwe are never content with what we have nWell this is our time.nLets prove them wrong.nnThe night before was held together by comfort, underneath a sky;na paralyzed skyline.nHer bed was white.nThe kind of white that blended perfectly into walls abstractly lit by the moon.nI remember when only the lack of time seperated chances;nchances above all.nBut what's chance if it was never there at all?nBut what's chance if she was never there at all?nI'm tired of feeling when will this moment arrive.nIs it fair to say what's lost is gained?nI dont know but it's ok, I'm ok.nI dont regret what I've done.nThis ChordnWon't ringnI will not ring.nnThey say pain is a signal of growth,nyou grew, you grew.nIs it fair to say what's lost is gained?nThe power of one moment can chance life forever.nAs I witnessed that night a situation that felt so alive.nCould we hold our hands up high?nWould we hold them to the sky?nThis is our time.