Written by Jacob Ibrag
These people came from all corners of the
boroughs, searching for a new song to whistle to.
There she was, the room that birthed something so
unknown, serenity clogged the minds of all the souls.
Eyes wide shut in unison, listening to the soulful cries
of legends in the making. After today these voice will
forever be imprinted in those few who deposited
uncompromising attention. It’s bittersweet, this
feeling. Moments like these forever fleeting.
It’s over the second you realize it’s perfection.
And it so was. And so it will never
be again. Transiently Lucid.