We are in the prime of our youth, full of energy, and somewhat at a loss when facing the all-encompassing world...
We do everything we should and can do, and we crawl forward adhering to our own trivial principles.
Bloody and bloody...
"If you don't dislike a piece of dirt, you can turn it into a piece of gold!"
I am a piece of mud, I can't even cover the wall, how can I dare to expect to be a piece of gold?
Conception: