Words, the same old words are being used.
In many different ways to not stay confused.
Yet, the clouds never seemed to clear away.
The wind never fails to make the standing sway.
As the music travels along one's blood streams.
It shatters the mind's eye with painful screams.
There are no answers to this unsolved mystery.
It can only be classified as a lack of chemistry.
What if the world turned inside out, upside down?
Will the walking be traveling at the speed of sound?
The route has always been the same, never another.
But it's misleading how the way seems to be longer.
This plague is living and feeding with much satisfaction.
Creating commotion with a pinch of misconception.
It's a clear choice to forward or to stay in a shell.
It's even clearer when the choice is to keep and not to tell.
When one considers themselves lucky that they've found.
A plane crashes down and turns everything around.
But it's okay just keep on playing the same old song.
In time to come, the notes played will never ever go wrong.

Sorry.