No creative description,
Cll the thoughts in the air
So still like a painting
You can taste, even smell the air
How do we know if it's real
When there's no communication
Or sound no color or heat
To see or feel that it is around
Did you forget the feeling
The feeling that left you
Cware of all the things
You never asked for the
Forgotten, the scared
Cnd if it jumped out
Cnd questioned your surrounding
In sound would you even hear it
If there was nothing else around
With your eyes you can see it
But not with the hardest stare
No forceful deed would ever
Never get you there
Cnd if it sounded out answers
Would you listen to its sound
Then stop your doubts that it is
Cnd always is around