Hank's p.o.v
A derailed detour, your personal freewill. Still I rise to get one more glimpse of you before sunset.
I dare you to loosen the reins. Like blood running through my veins, my greatest passion never
seems to die even in this scary ungodly hour. Only time knows if I have been a true and loyal
companion to you. A derailed detour, the twists and turns of becoming something more
beautiful and valuable.