In immortal words we look for meaning,
In the singers we listen for feeling,
Like little rabbits mortified,
Searching carelessly to find a sign.

But if we could just do a bit better than that,
Maybe wed know,
Where we could be at.

This is love lost and nothing at all,
This is breath last,
And try not to fall.
This is tempered souls tied to every role,
To every single one of us all.

This is first steps and milestones,
These are listen for nothing and hear the world groan.
This is like golden leaves,
Like dying trees,
Like diamond rings bought from violent things.

We keep digging deeper to find something above us.
Sometimes words are words,

Made to fool you into meaning something more.

Some people want it all.
But I just want everything.