To know not why,
to heave a sigh
Not of relief,
but out of enigmatic grief
What’s it about the drama around??
That stirs my soul, trying to bury me under the ground
Tumults taunt and turmoils haunt
Tremulous voices inside asking for what they want
But I’m sorry I don’t understand,
for their visage is blurred by my vision’s invisible hand
Can emptiness weigh so much?
And isn’t there a question that lets the uproar quench?
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