We got lost near the roundabout, seduced by the city lights, keeping us distracted from ourselves.
The safest thing to do is to stay mesmerized by the solitude surrounding us while searching for an unlost meaning.
We must forge onwards without much direction, knowing that the truth ahead will get us there.
But instead, we grieve a silence we never knew.
In the distance, all it’s clear, though we are not there yet.