We twist in a torrent of unrequented what ifs
A maze of scattered straight lines
among crooked paths
Bound in our boundlessness,
Hopeful amidst hopelessness.
Feverish in our past impoverishment
Hungry for a banquet of scraps previously discarded.
We twist in a torrent of unrequented what ifs
A maze of scattered straight lines
among crooked paths
Bound in our boundlessness,
Hopeful amidst hopelessness.
Feverish in our past impoverishment
Hungry for a banquet of scraps previously discarded.