While inside a world of confused

harmony, we reach into our own

tainted psyche feeling an amused

sense of self, quieted and alone.

Returning to such teary ground,

we hold ourselves up in silence,

accounting an instance of sound

might tear through a suspense

of painful scrutiny so unbound

by a personal freedom, we feel

a certain peace for we believe

In our own lives so surreal.

We only wish we could leave

all of our made up fears behind

us, escaping any further rewind.