Gone with the wind.

Creativeless minds were supposed to be a crime. We don't believe in it anymore, we're just lonely souls with no control.
Whatever had happened to you, what'd happened to me..we've come a long way, just to hear that you don't care.
How come you don't care about it no more? Is it possible to love without everything and all?
We ain't never going to find out, 'cause the precise moment we are aware is the moment we let it go. A bit fatalistic, but we realize just the moment they're gone.