Perhaps you're talking about our opportunity to go ahead and escape. A new way back.
"They spoke in a choir, not melodic enough to get me away from having to find out.
Yet they soon found themselves distracted by their own sparks that came out of their mouths.
I couldn't complain since I felt it.
Flying through the air around me, a flash was about to come and I couldn't have traced it without me.
Either I was getting paranoid or it was about to happen.
So rarely and the same could be said about its helpfulness, I could be wrong or not, yet I couldn't pass the opportunity.
To see and understand, what was written, and the only second could last.
Important or not, I had to know and find out what was written.
I pushed both of my hand over the wall and prayed to myself that I could do and see.
"Are you all right?