May you?

A tale of despair

Lonely are they

Restless are the unwilling 

A need to undo what is given 

Burdened by the depths of oneself 

Hollow without those who choose to embrace ones pain 

Aimlessly in pursuit of Change

Craving to shy away from what's right 

Creating cycles beyond ones sight

What is written has not been erased only broken apart 

Dividing what is into moments

every perception becomes an essential component 

Lying dormant are the remnants of a story 

All pages may be lost to this world 

May one of the fearful be willing to choose 

A new story is due