Invested are those specific moments gone past
Where blissful discourse warned and pried
How often does the hidden fellow shout hello
While we dance along this hard journey's path
Created dreams does offer false discourse felt
While saved thoughts lie dormant, still waiting
Held behind the wall that has become our shield
We holler with our voices loud, vibrant and true
Such a thing cannot be explained, just known
When delight mirrors what was, is, and will be