people are capable of silence
in privacy
one's own thoughts
created from brilliance
in the darkness of peace
the mind at rest
whole and alone
out front of the sun
the illusion of an exit
her dent, and lust
to burn home into her mind
yet not all are acquainted
with ancient cycles
relenting reason, tusking the fools
the wrong way, an unjust intro,forcing time
and the phone call, the injustice
of buying the phone call out
to stay in your morbid prison
fascinated in front of the world
only the world of yourself, the jealousy and the hell