Unanswered or unheard?
Questions of what if, perhaps, or the unknown,
Linger in the depth of our finger tips.
Look closely, what is it you see?
Skin, science or an image of a hard covered shell that may easily be broken?
We dwell on the things we can not touch,
We seek answers to the questions we have yet to have answered.
Do you hear or do you smell your own fear?
Do we take this uncertainty with us, or is left behind for others to unravel?
Depression, torment, whatever follows...peace?
Is this not obvious my dear?
Wasn't your time, this is hardly defeat.
In loving memory to all who have had the pleasure to hear.