The words came as a flood, abolishing the silence yet again
Uncertainty dripping from each syllable as the words crashed
What has befallen us? Will these expressions enable us to comprehend?
What started as a slight rain became a tempest of new beginnings
Will we continue down this river, or can we return upstream?
To retain these feelings will surely lead to inevitable destruction
Which is why I say these words to you, even if hell is brought in the process
Is this love? A torment of boundless ignorance and bliss
Or are we just trapped in current, pulling and pushing as we continue down the river