We all need
Something to fall back on
But when there's nothing
When braces are gone
We turn to
Vile pursuits of
Satisfaction
And forget to care
Or even think about
What means the most
What we hold
Dear

We all wish
For that stellar touch
Of pure ecstasy
In it's most
Flavorful form
That crutch that caresses
Our system of thought
Into a righteous
Equilibrium

We all seek enlightenment
In all different ways
Whether morality stands
As a mediator
Or as the defining factor
Of our
Choices

We all argue
Over dead points
And never do we
Put into perspective
The other side
Because of our
Biased
Preconceived
Notions

We all believe
That a miracle
Will lift all afflictions
And bend hope into
A peaceful weapon
But the answer
Is hidden beyond
Our blind eyes
Because we are all afraid
Of change
And we refuse to see
Beyond
The black hole
Of our closed minds
That have created
Event
Horizon