Wail On Loud

...the heart can only beat for a time.
...it sputters and clogs eventually.
...but it pumps and pumps til then.
...lighting up the city with electricity.
...letting the speakers wail on loud.
...creating tears of joy and pain.
...breaking and healing over and over.
...scar tissue remaining as reminders.
...memories long and unforgiving.
...minds unreliable and inexact.
...comforts and security of home.
...escaping the social mediums.
...fear of associations and weakness.
...untrusting of instincts and eyes.
...the truth is not in us.