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.