THE RIGHT ANSWER
We wandered into the crevice of pain-
An irksome place, loaded with stares
And compassionate fools filled with helpful insights.
We took wholehearted turns longing for relief, help
Was nowhere close, oblivion nearer.
One excuse for the rush
Was that stars were falling, and time was running out.
Another was simply the death of happiness struck
Down the unafflicted yearning for brighter suns.
We would wait it out until the right answer struck.