One speaks,
The other cries.
With words of sincerity and truth,
A soul will die.
When we need to grow into who we will be,
A piece of who we are is lost in the past read sheets.
Faith to continue,
Continue to be of faith,
It's an asymmetrical cycle...
One loop is longer,
The other is bolder,
Another is rigid,
And the last is clear.
No end or beginning,
Just the longevity of mundaneness.
This is latently rejected,
As hope for a salient finale begins to defy all odds and become permanent definition in the sheets which are waiting to be read.
