The anthem of life!

No matter what you turn yourself into (or get turned into), no matter what you believe you are (have become); during the silence, during those in between moments of solitude; you will hear (become aware) of that whisper, that call; that call to your humanity, your human, fragile existence (it will find a soft spot through your make belief armor), the call to embrace the naked, vulnerable, human, that you have tried to push into the shadows. A sigh of grief, a grief of unexplainable nature, a sigh from the deeper pits of existence would mark that moment, the moment of unease, moment of angst, a moment to face yourself, accept yourself, accept your fear-filled fragility, or to turn away from it, to suppress the calls with everyday noises. But rest assured they will come, the ghosts of inner caves. the banshees, they whisper, one word, again and again, "why" they ask, "why" and that makes you uneasy, the urge to flee, is the call of the instinct. But would you flee or choose to stay and listen; and if so you choose, the banshees, they fade and transform into creatures of pleasantness, and their why's, they turn into the songs of existence, sad and pleasant songs, the anthem of life!