And below the veneer,
we are all vainly the same.
Searching to make sense of it all,
before we finally fall,
seperately together.

We all walk alone, in brutal truth,
forever lost in the tragic forest of existence.
Tis a wonderful feeling, being happy.
So wait for a smile,
then wait another while, ever longer.

Love & life are moons hovering above,
full to the brim of emotions
that leave you hollow, lonely & wounded.

Wait then, for profit & gain,
become insane,
in a cage in your mind,
before you selfishly die.

Detached,
switched on but out of tune,
baulk at the mercy of time.

The time is never right,
its always too soon,
to be remembered to be quietly forgotten.