There mornings, there are mournings. They will forever all be brand new.
On one side the first can be for happiness, but it can also tie with mournfulness. As I am wandering in silence I can clearly hear it. I can see it. I can feel it. Close, so close. As when I did poise into the outer limits, at the edges of any dawn. I did feel it once. I do feel it forever. I can never get out from here. I can you just pound and wander in the zone. I will never be a stranger to nothing I will just be what that might not be. That is who I am made of nothing, stand for nothing. I will always be.