Something I wrote after dreaming of listening to a muted chorale.

It is about seeing someone after a long time, and then never receiving a true response as to why they haven’t talked to you since.

“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.” – Friedrich Nietzsche.

???

You should never of tried to plant seeds of doubt in me.

You ask yourself questions you know the answers to.. .

Poem.

Questioning the politics and the events of our time.

Poem.

A poem regarding redemption.