It all began, back then. From within, humble, outside in sorrow. One was, not more, to unfold, and prosper. Later on, one is to see, and capture, but feel, and not forget, to listen. It is said to differentiate, but hold, when one is not separate, from all, to distance from. To rise and fall, to find, what one was looking for, to question. Can one be, and stand, withhold to achieve, or is it to end, and to begin, again. Here, what is to be, and to be hold, against withering thoughts, the doubt beneath, soaked, against the other.