Somewhere in the middle of success,
stands a beast with a bear chest.
it makes a sound of content
to hear the small fall of the souls concious.
it discovers feelings that make everything seem normal
the adversity of silence,
the healing of the soul,
move me.
the beast rearing its eery head,
behind the simple choice of love,
nothing but the encounter can reveal
true feeling,
it is made to remind, understand and relieve
the need of uncertainty
without we know nothing of why we are here.