What goes up when the rain comes down?
Up in the sky, but down in the puddle. Answer me, if you can!
An umbrella, but secretly it's a sponge. Soak it all, truth turns wet.
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. Slow as a snail, quick like fears.
Whisper to the wind, listen to the whispers.
A dream, where nightmares hum tunes of innocence lost.
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The Quiet Paradox | Eggshell Truths