Amidst the monotone Amidst the “annualities” Parallel lives today run free… Carrying the colors Carrying the joy Because parallel lives once stepped free…
The crooked spirals Shake amidst tides The scattered rubbles Admit amidst waters That pain exists In my eyes In my core So deeply ingrained Now forced to surface After all this time After all has passed Can I still fathom What I mastered to churn? Can I still seek The me that I left behind? Can I still believe My voice should have its turn?