However,
When your mind looks like this:
is when you have the opportunity to be creative. Juggle the words, change patterns and put some colour where it doesn't fit. When it gets organized, you mess it up again.
Gloria, Where are you, Gloria?
You found a home
In all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days
Amongst the ruins
Ashes to ashes of our youth
She smashed her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners
The one that's fallen through the cracks
So don't put away your burning light
- Green Day (2009)