The deepest black always begins as the lightest gray, Yielding a little every time nights prowls around for prey, With every changing shade, you wonder if gain is really a sacrifice, Like losing a single brick, in an already crumbling
When the boundaries of humanity are marked by endless sand, And yet you know, beyond the water, there’s more land, When there’s no more land, than the place you stand, And yet the water keeps seeping right through your hand.
Where footsteps have never yet made sound, And yet everybody is forever on moving ground, Where hands have never yet known the meaning of touch, And yet reality is the only thing completely out of touch. Where every word has
For a second, all seems quiet in this primeval forest, But only a second, silence is something they all detest, Each to itself, noise is their only music, their only protest, For, asking for understanding, is too formidable a request.
The morning breaks out into a clear blue sky, And you decide, today is the day, to give it a try, So you begin, to prepare a schedule, fix the time, By the time it’s done, the clock strikes noontime.