Why do we seek
What cannot be sought?
Why do we buy
What cannot be bought?
It is deplorable
So uncontrollable.

Though the rage builds,
Soundless thunder trembles none.
It's just the soul's self-destruction.

A lone walk into yesterday
Is a chase after the chaseless,
A dance with the wind,
A grasp that leaves one grasping.

The regression of oppression
Is a trend of no end.

The emotional facets of failure
Produce a panoply of perpetual pain.

I yearn for a call
From a phone that will never ring.