Memories mount my mind || moments never muted. Burdened between being || and becoming. Foraging for foundation || fighting for freedom. Thoughts trap joy || twisting truth tight.

Burdened between being || and becoming. Still silently searching || for something surely. Thoughts trap joy || twisting truth tight. What’s wrong is wrong || what’s write is write.

Still silently searching || for something surely. Adamant and anxious || about all of nothing. What’s wrong is wrong || what’s write is write. Pry with persistence || and pen what prevails.