the daylight is awful dim with shudders pulled rim to rim;
i'm staring at written words but their sounds will remain unheard
[as i have not the strength to utter them].
and have i known it all along, of this cowardice and envy?
and is it time that i move on, breaking free from all that's empty?
it's hard now to run this race when there is no human face
to call on in times of choice, with no reassuring voice.
i'm staring at written words but their sounds will remain unheard
[as i have not the strength to utter them].
and have i known it all along, of this cowardice and envy?
and is it time that i move on, breaking free from all that's empty?
it's hard now to run this race when there is no human face
to call on in times of choice, with no reassuring voice.
I find myself faced with a decision that I have to make. The decision will be made for me if I remain silent. But I'm also always afraid of expressing myself too much (will she ever shut up?). And so, I enter the struggle of trying to do "The Right Thing™". And whose Thing is right? Or rather, whose idea of Thing is right?
