One Returning Visitor

And that is all that will ever really matter. I take you by the hand,
and we fall, backwards into the future, and we're old but it doesn't matter because we've got the progeny, we are the archs, and they will take pieces of us and even things that we hate, and make their way; but this is just dreaming, it's all I do, that sleeping thing is the real world, and this, the dreams we make. Don't hate your DNA. We have so many other better. One's for all and sanctuaries, from your particular strain, environmental blight or mother natures dock. Half of a pun, is twice as bad; this is the river where I'll drown myself, then up for a tidy pyre, 93 octane and cliches burn fast and hot.
Ding, and she gets off.