Fear.

Strange how in that melancholy moment there seems to be so much emotion flowing
Words: adjectives and verbs seem to be pouring out not to mention nouns
Which keep me pinned to labels I’m not even sure are adequate
But damn if I don’t fit the definition
Yeah it’s strange what defines a person.
Language holds so much influence
But it’s not the sole presence
No, there’s no star of the show
Abstractions takeover in the form of feelings
Experience is one of the keys
To unlock those layers; what we call growing up.

Life is one big stage
Constantly performing roles
We feel pressured to play
Social constructs constructing reality
Shift context, they mean nothing
And you’re left staring blankly
Into empty seats

Role reversals
Walk a mile in their shoes
And tell me it doesn’t hurt
If the tree falls but you’re not there
Does the sound of death
Still reverberate?
Does the striking silence slice
Lacerations into heart tissue
That just can’t take it
Do you bleed for your beliefs?

Would you feel relief if
All this were to end in nothingness
Just abyss like when you sleep
Falling of that precipice
Slowly rolling off a cliff
Crossing the boundary
Onto the other side of consciousness
Crossing boarders
Where memories aren’t meant to haunt us

Who can say were even human then?

Sunny Days Sweepin' The Clouds Away.