What there is
Observed were these folk who knew to bond,
Is so clever the device that is so fond,
When locked together by not even feet so bare,
Once they travel together, hence they live together,
Indeed was not their minds in bliss never to deter,
This much they knew never show to conform better,
Thus all complex thoughts in them were long erased,
Simple acts that had it in them were gay but phased,
And never did part from their routes to aspire,
How more for time lest cease they respire?
The mornings due but honest wait was long at bay,
In bed each of them their rooms so dark each lay,
Thoughts that start to race ere their minds bestow,
Laughed from times had, what fears locked below,
Like an angel in the dark she walks slow around,
And all happiness is surely but at once a noun,
Sudden faces would twitch and feel then touched,
This fear they locked was the angel unclutched,
All things once they thought they never had,
All the feelings of loneliness once so bad,
At first so vast was their mind another world,
Hurled into great expanses as mountains hurled,
This who they become and they thought was madness,
But surely is not but an angel to show no madness,
That reasons to be alone are reasons for life,
That they shall not stir but confront their strife,
No bigger strife is that against a mind so large,
They’d try for phone and music lest it barge,
At some point they go through roundabouts inside,
They seek a force from the circle of death to budge,
A simple word, or simple act that hurts to lodge,
Then they see themselves in the ire of Solitude,
Who sought themselves no light but long in solace,
Then they learn to accept the darkness in essence,
Then they learn themselves more in presence,
But darkness an all-encompassing drug so potent,
Is wholly the antidote to fulfil ones desires,
Through each moon this thought becomes them,
Through each night they stir closer to mind,
Through each mind lays the blueprint to life.
