would you rather plaster together the parts of a rubble,
knowing the cracks will cause more casualties than the battle

would you rather build castles with the dusty ruins,
starting from the sand left by your broken visions

would you rather cry listening your past lover,
calling their new beloved their "heart's true keeper"

would you rather sing songs of unheard symphonies,
or soothe the heart with souvenirs of old melodies