Myriad

Here.
Stand. Sit. Walk.

Exhale.

Turn left. Stop. Turn right.

Is how you feel now, how you're gonna feel tomorrow?
Is yesterday beginning to crumble?

Crawl. Listen. Hear.
Understand.

Blind with compassion. Deaf with derision.

Stop.
Now.

Can my emptiness fill your void?
Can your darkness brighten my shade?

Caress. Yield. Build. Give.
Take.

Eighty nine minstrels play. Who will sing? Who can say?
Neverending songs of joy and love and lust and pain. Taken from his sorrow, crafted by his brain.

Rhythm, rhyme.

Tepid is time.

What good can come of this? Where shall we find it?



Release.