The future holds a mystery. We talk but don't know. We hope but can't tell. We share but not all. . The mystery holds fast. The future, scary. It eludes us though we try.
Silence to regain composure or rather music to soothe. Maybe a little magic could help things, could turn around. Freeze this mood for now, hold tight till it thaws.
Locked in to a dream. Step by step. Crawling but static. Unchanged, unchanged. . Locked into emotion. Finely tuned, aching to escape. Harmful, harmless.
How to say it. When it don't come. I'm not tryin' to be vague. But silent anyway. . Confusion. With a smile and a sigh. I'm glad for a friend. Though they really know it matters.