As that fire within you builds, they can break your bones
but not bend your will.

Fighting.

You drop ideals which once seemed so heavy and true,
when you realise those ideals weren’t developing you.

Timing.

It can’t be right or wrong, for time is only time
and if something is right it shall always remain right.

Right?

If only all things were as simple as time,
would our existence be easier with a simpler life?

Silence.

I ask this question, I hear no answers,
there’s nothing.

Just silence.