a poem but unread, a thought that is unsaid,
like the heart with walls that is blood filled,
which tries untiringly all day to suck out the void,
that is how it would have known to beat a beat
and that is how it would have all started, to live it.
out of nothing there will be universe,
these stairs are void too...
but to the ones who do not take the lifts,
the ones, who like to leave their foot print,
out of nothing there will be universe, so hope!