When the truth is due
though your voice turns skew,
when the silence
erases the discordant you,
and beckons you to break through
the walls amidst you and the true you,
so, you could unfold,
So, you would born anew.
Like the waters
that transmute into mirror,
when do not stream or strew,
when the lines start to undulate
instead of like a cage, barring you,
dancing
with The
blue.
