Call
The words have impact when they have sound and expressions, Just the words in our thoughts are futile Through the shadows the light peeps And all I see is the disguise and guile trying to take steps out of the shackles but the track is steep Tumbled and broken, chasing the bubbles like a child Ignorant to what lies ahead Not sure what I am yet to find. The pages open and I try to read between the lines In the reminiscences of the past I see the flash of colour and hear the tinkle of smiles Holding on to the thread while hanging off a cliff at last Let it go and let it glide through, You may rise after you hit the bottom Shattering sound will be the awakening call for you, What comes after is unknown to me and you.