A place so rusted with sustain.
Keeping blinding light at bay.
Stuck, never wanting to stay.
Ranking has always been parable.
I’d rather listen to noises outside than confide
To unreal obliviousness
Existing in the majority of us.
Planning. . . when will now be?
Trying to keep it for a second,
Always looking ahead and behind.
Rewinding to hear the sweet sounds
Surrounding ears, eyes, and hands
That were bound.