It will forever be something
The warmth that grows
Light that enters the skin
Dancing from within
Holding gently but firm
Smooth against rough
Feather touch of lighting
The sky caressing the ground
It always was and always will
Being chained with cognition
Bound without thought
For whatever may
Every art form exhausted
The path no clearer in view
Tearing skin away in clumps
Becoming the questions
with no answers
Dancing with the inevitable
Aching mind and body
Push to break what was
Empty pockets without
The death of one
Carrying on without a cure
All these thoughts amount to nothing
Why be anything more
