Masking the symptoms, ignoring the source

Which came first, the sound or the noise?

The little we owe, the seconds we strain

You last till outlasted, you struggle in vain

The egg or the bird, the word or the tell

The moment we noticed

We’re not doing so well

The place or the people, the people in place

The turnout turned down, the vision erased

We long for the fragments, we stretch towards the voice

We hear the time speaking

And still ask it more.

We’re running on pavement, and skipping the cracks

We long for the silence 

We’ll never get back.

-A.L.J-