Silence would not help.

The fan kept a noisy beat
The instrument won't stop singing
Together
They protested against the inner thoughts
The reality hit me hard and cold
Blaming me that I should have known this
long time ago
But it was not how the writer turned the page
The story would never go like a fairytale
Nor go the way I wanted it
Because it was not my book
It's a book with every single life
Twister together
In a pathetic yet inseparable way
We wanted to fly
But the net protected us so
Until we forgot how it was meant to be
In the first place

Let's hope
For a better tomorrow.