Treading softly around their laughter
Covetous.
Brooding in my formed solitude
To feel as they feel
I swore I once did

Light turns to dark
Obscure.
Void ever deepening, ever darkening

Peculiar.
To crave consistency
Living in a realm
With a transcribed ending

Alas, someday
Understanding will be upon us

retorts we shall not want to hear

Nor muse

Nor feel