Do they sing to the stars of freedom,
just to celebrate their place?

Do they learn the universal laws,
just to decorate their wisdom?

Do they scar themselves with angry words,
just to bring about completion?

Do they shake under their wealth of love,
too much stored to ever dispose?

Do they donate their sorrow outward,
too much to keep to themselves?

Do they dream of death in waking day,
too much doubt within their brains?

Do they take solace in the half-light,
just to see anything at all?

Do they keep all friends close in mind,
just to feel anyone at all?

Do they keep returning to nowhere,
just to find anywhere at all?