Solid.
Harmonizing beats of solitude lay waste to present feel
as I bask in this here beautiful deal.
All real we knowingly feel,
the solidified sense of hopeful forever contained here;
beating, breathing a sigh of relief as it acts as thief to hopeful surreal.
As reality sets in, so does motion and,
here we continue hand in hand, always solid and still,
in a world of commotion.
