binaria

Before your eyes, the pages of the untouchable future are turning
(If it can’t be touched, then slip on through)
It was just yesterday that the world was in harmony, but
(Therefore, it’s uncertain)
Despair and hope are still barely a hair’s width away
(We still sway with uncertainty and confusion)
But they are beloved, even if you weren’t able to see them
Let the darkness gently pull your hand