Let the ears hear more delight as hollow wind blows indignantly out lips of uncertainty;
Led astray Individuality is packed with lack of knowing of what's morally right to it's owner.
Messages held accountable to it's own liars spoken contently, while articulated meticulously-
Wander you do, but wandering within yourself, that you fail to do the most.

But maybe , you see night as others see day.
You change what's right to wrong- repeating your steps, as you move about in circles.
Tracing your sphere square. You find no remorse for what's now not there.

Nostalgia...does it linger?
Does it sing through the pores of your face and resonate with your eyes?
Do you yearn for the back of your eyelids when you cannot handle more of you being hypnotized?

Projecting your anger, considerate thought for you and others to the black back of yours.
Distorting all discomforts and twisting them more intricately deep into an un-fearful woe.

But you care.
Deep down you care…