The streets are sinking from all our heavy footsteps

Dragging down with it hope and soul

Draining any prospects

Of aim

Of meaning

The things that are meant to come next

Slamming the pavement with our feet

Since our fists need to rest

Nearly choking on our own breath

Throat filled with concrete

Hardening in our neck

Nothing left

No words can be said

When your own teeth can’t meet to make sense

Mute

So it's words that I need

And in the end,

A voice for speaking