Pointing Pointless

What would you expect to accomplish here? In this house these people are incapable of feeling. Indulging in eternity inside their frozen frameworks. They began to grow suspicious as our mouths burn like acid with Every word we wish we could utter. If the tape were gone, who would believe this unspoken chaos? The answer settles on the back of my tongue as Your pulling at the skirt of serenity. You'll touch me with your thoughts and never with your hands. I could breathe a thousand seas for this and this alone. In a dreaming state, Our mouths burn with something other than confinement. In a dreaming state, We sit and watch the waning moon. In a dreaming state, Our thoughts will escalate to any Action of our own five senses. But in this bitter sea, We'll spend our days plummeting down these aimless rabbit holes With the freedom of choice in a predetermined world.