Do you not hear the symphony in my tears?
Do you not see the hope in my despair?
Do you not feel the strength in my vulnerability?
Impermeability costs you surely?
You disdain that which you cannot comprehend
You will never know because you choose to remain in your bauble of nothing
Do you not know that to KNOW is to be free?
You are shackled by the shutters you erect
Do you not see I am a mirror of you in ages past or a future to face?
Hmm! Can you not discern this; the vagaries of the times and seasons of our humanity culminate in one simple truth
Shared mortality, extraordinary experiences and a common end. What then?
So, I ask again; do you not hear the symphony in my tears?