Hold secrets and remain despondent
The loss of merit then unresponsive
Paint pictures and draft sonnets
Hold the Wicked accountable for sins committed against the heart
Enduring a tainted inception tints our reception resulting in regression
We stand in limbo
The heart beats incessantly like a drum then deep like a bass
Somber is our song and its plays out loudly
We cannot ignore its rhythm
Take in the tempo
Made the eternal error of believing that it could be different
When it is always the same
Still struggling to discern between evolution and change
