You play mutation when in distress,
you are allowed to sigh.
When regret is evident,
You sing silence but you can walk away,
When the mouth is sealed.
Your heart replay words
that we can't hear.
Then in your mind,
You're allowed to unbundle words,
Outburst series,
Is audacious the grieve,
Since you got a cloak,
Because it's all dark in there,
It's you alone in there except the gate of your lips,
Even when gesticulation of words evaporate
through your countenance,
No one sees or hear you still,
But, one person is in attendance,
Howbeit, your conscience listens to you,
It frowns and catches records of your words,
It's said that it retells you now and later,
like echoes hit the walls with no escape,
and then bounces back forever and ever
all that is said,
Maybe you're allowed not to speak,
Even when you're alone.
