Listen'ng to the eerie and plead'ng sounds of sil'nce I retreat 'nto a state of recluse. Noth'ng to pond'r but the anti-fortun's of our immed'te future one c'n only secede 'nto the e'er-safe confines o' psyche. To a dismay, one c'n conclude o' the pre'nce o' more than a self. Such a realizat'n negates said saf'ty.
No comments:
Post a Comment