I did not listen, that is, at first, while I stood; silence became me
As echoing words spoke, my dear heart began to tremble
For only I should have felt these words tear from the pages
Throwing me into another world that took hold of my soul
Yet instead I turned away into some forming nightmare,
Drowning into my own trials and tribulations, I suppose,
Yet even without light, I sought to keep from drowning
Always awaking, the words pouring from this world
So each moment I could express my full desires.
