A desired lip will always say what it wants.
It feasts on personal gain, caring little for the needy.
Nor does it care to have mercy on an aching heart.
The wanted only seem to hold dear to them
their own interests, while
some of our most precious moments are ripped out from under us, and
it triggers an unequivocal effect of some kind.
A great consequence.
All the while thinking of what we've become.
But the answer never satisfies us,
so we just continue being ghosts in our own bodies.
We don't dare express our mood of circumstances,
in fear of being banished into solitude.
And to eternity we continue to carry on in someone else's solipsism.