Silence is what you have chosen
As a shield or a spear, I know not
If a shield, then cast it away
For I do not wield a sabre
And if a spear, then stab
At will
For I do offer neither a shield nor a battle
All I have are these hooks
Of questions
Which stick to my flesh
And pester to be answered
They will fall off with time
Which, they say waits for none.
But it seems, with me,
It has found a stable partner
