It starts with a thought, a question we all ask.
Whats the meaning of this story? What’s the point of this trap?
The liminal fog we all walk in blocks the answer from our sights.
And the questions that we ask, make no sense in dawns first light.
we beg for answers, then reject what where told.
Heaven, Hell or the void alone.
We think in lines, when the truth is a sphere.
We scream “why?” But ...
