Two weeks silent.
I'm not after the meaning of life;
Just an answer to the question that only you would know.
Tick. Tock.
Smash.
Falling into pieces;
I'm going to break this silence with some silence of my own.

Hush now, sleep.
Find a dreamland, you're only tired;
By sun rise in the morning you'll be rested and okay.
Daybreak.
Gray.
So much for the sunshine;
The only thing I'm tired of is coming back to this.

Complicated.
And you've done nothing to untangle
This web that I've been caught in, breathless as we play the game.
Spider.
Fly.
Tell me, which one are you?
Your silence doesn't tell me how to break free of this spell.

Two weeks silent.
It's a question I'm not taking back;
Ignore it if you want to, but I won't forget I asked.
Turning.
Pages.
Answer or move forward;
It's not an ultimatum, it's a promise to myself.