Is Anytime the Right Time

Silent echoes pierce my mind; As logic spins out of control and a blinding light illuminates; The very vortex of most gathered conceptualities. But I know one must not dally for long; For it may disrupt continuance. Perhaps like an atom that has mutated; Both negative and positive; nuclear in fashion; It dictates urgency for; To terry too long could cause fusion and; Thus desired direction becomes the whim of fate. But these are only ramblings for; There are no real answers; There’s only the search for the way out; Because this is only a piece in a puzzle depicting a vastness; Too far beyond the reach of our current conceptions And the echoes—it is the sound of we the repeaters; Waiting for our time when choice might return.