(0343) ferment

scratch it out with the pen in my hand. i'll strive to do only the best that i can.
let it ferment in this tired state of mind. maybe the silence will make it hard to find.
the hidden costs are what i can't afford. it's impossible to even contemplate more.
i don't have what you choose to refuse, and i'll never forget what i never knew.

we only reap what we sow.
i tried playing a beautiful song, but they always come out wrong.
i dreamed of going back home, but the past has ruptured the way things used to be known.
a lie that was never even told.