In a world unknown and heired,
Sometimes clung, sometimes paired,
With a name, place, animal or thing,
Pushed to strive and forced to sing;
Within a hive that seldom cared,
About the closures, yet it faired,
Well, to all our belief,
Open to change and tolerant to grief;
The echoes however, give their way,
As we span the abyss, falling each day,
We hear only those, who pass our sides,
The bottom is nothing, an abyss confides.
the songs that we mostly shared,
Our dreams of flight, the falls we feared.
From songs that we mostly shared,
The dream one had, the falls one feared.