Frankly, Mr Shankly

Suddenly I'm here and none of it makes any sense. I just know that I'm in a moment isolated in time. From here who knows what will happen, we may never maybe know, but perhaps there's a chance we will grow. I say we like there's the one, but at the end of the day we are all independent when betrayed by people who once made us feel like we were second to none. There's me, you, there's her and all those ideals you imagined that would highlight them as a shining light. But we are all just beckons, searching for that entity when the jigsaw fits together. I'm still searching...