When asking starts, the all-knowing silence ends

Along with it, the once mighty will bends

The journey that’s ended again begins

A long road, transcending the comfort of our skins

We find solace in the memory

It sustains every sensual reverie

It takes five to fill the mind’s hungry stomach

Which hides bloat like a meadow covered hummock

Our chains lie in false identity

Gushing like a river leaving a hilltop’s serenity

We cannot turn our backs

To destiny’s unpaid tax

The lien will only be lifted

Once the voice claimed as our own is gifted

Then silence becomes the bridge

To cross this bodily niche