Walls and lines disturbances in frequencies.
Laughter and cries we are sanding out contingencies.
Towing the lies of years of instability.
Two hearts colliding like atoms in their infancy.
How many ways are we turning
From the end of this eternity?
The days roll by into years of futility
While I ponder the assurance of my sanity.
This day is a day worth saving in a diary…