How far would you today go
To find that you had been looking for
It stares at you expectant
Yet you pass by not knowing where

What shall illuminate, bright lights there
Lost, clueless wanderers in the dark
A tunnel deep excavated in their beings
A depth in seclusion and bereft of share

A song not sung in unison
A  few yards to the vanity fair
What is it then that propels you
What grips you to this nonchalant sphere

Wish we knew
Wish we knew