Once I heard a song

Our bodies are cells
cold ticking prisons
dark stained walls
moist surrender and
rat shadows
tiny feet, tiny touch
All we worked and bought
despite never being forced
Cells begets cells
of dust were we made
like dust in cells
treads our days
I am yes and you are no
I'm afraid to be alone
Once I heard a song
it was to be played
on a meadow naked
senza sordino
All the possibilities
untaken to follow arrows
tired limbs pointing
the direction of yesterday
Once I heard a song
too afraid to sing along