Is it a voice within,
like a plant with roots embedded,
stretching vital signals thin,
with no idea of where it's headed?
Within every living object,
driving frequencies apart,
something only few detect,
what escapes the fractured heart?
Is it something quite abstract,
made of false realities,
is it like a heart attack,
seazing, giving way to thee?
Like a tree with branches spread,
both near and far apart,
what becomes of human souls,
when man has lost his mortal heart?