How should we start?
Within a melody or a hum,
Where should we begin?
Within the fragmenting of this reality or the on the complexities of the next one,
Where should we go?
Within the recess's of our mind or to the depths of another.
Do we acknowledge all of our falters the "sins of the father",
This blank space gives no room for anxiety,
These walls loom towards the multitudes of falsities,
How the echo's of faint classical music lines the ceiling,
Giving room to symphonies, concertos and singing.
We are cold now,
The lights dimmer,
Music halts,
Feeling fades,
We stop.