Underneath the oceans’ lowest floor
Where no fish swim,where life is muddy dark
There we feel the deadness of our heart
Each day is like that year we can’t ignore
In this darkest place we lie in mud
Is it chrysalis or is it death ?
Is it sulky rage or deadly breath?
Yet still there is a hint of something good
United states of mind of heart and soul
United states of humans all enraged
What shall we use as measurement and gauge?
Thoughts fly by like tiny fish in shoals
At the very bottom, at the nought
The engineers are working out of sight.
How my heart sings 