Somewhere there must be bridges
away from walls that weigh
us down;
minds cluttered in silenced chats
hinder our breaths from shallow weeps
Some lives are being lived
in between waves
inside moments
caving in
under the strain.
Ancient riddles get solved
to save old stories from being lost.
Perhaps we live
to see
the lost and found of our inheritance.
Unending times in search of open doors
wonder if love secretly holds the key;
we seek you, invisible ones,
for your light—our only hope