Silent Walls

Familiar and sad are the moments
When we decide upon our dreams
Rests just out of our reach
Just out of our reach
Out of our reach
Of our reach
Our reach seems to be next to us
A physical response is a flat echo
Descending into a darkness
Some might call it a black hole
Might call it a black hole
Call it a black hole
A black hole is a wandering fury
Silent is the moment of reckoning
When all we ask is beyond words
Recognition remains resilient
In our quest to define ourselves
Our quest to define ourselves
Quest to define ourselves
To define ourselves

Question ourselves more and we dive deeper
Swimming in despair, in a wise wishing well