This impossible noise one must penetrate,
A ceiling, formed to snuff out creation.
Only well fertilized saplings,
Could ever have a chance of breaking.
Sweeping smaller tasks under the carpet,
Mocks a tempered will, that also seems to lack.
Forsaking the brain from all sense of safety,
Pull the cord, to only tumble further and further.
To keep coming back, and to defy all odds,
A light in darkness, learning to break through the veil.
© Sayer Teller