End.
Feel the end,
of a mistake,
of a disguise,
of a time,
of sights,
smiles,
blues,
songs,
streets,
reasons,
faith,
and science.
Feel the end,
the end of it all.
Forgive,
it all.
All!
Kind hearts are used sashes,
labelled ‘sensitive’,
and feathers get heavy,
if you think enough.
We lack on tales with morals.
We couldn’t keep.
We once camouflaged among shadows,
hunt us without the light.
We’ve choosen to stay quiet,
within trapped doors,
But Oh lord,
silence does feel,
and silence shall never tell.
A human body can’t do so much,
as a human brain can feel.
But we were never meant to stack,
so, dear you,
release!
Let go.
Be free.
Discover.
Feel the wind.
Find your cape.
Fly.
Begin.
