Observing the world through some shadowy veil
Failing to focus, discern some detail
We watch, without seeing the cogs nor the wheels
Absent a guide, tumbling head over heels
Here we will linger, till the tiniest shiver,
in every string of our beeings has seized to exist
Scouring the void for some thing to deliver
a sensation of comfort, a light in the mist
Indifferently chasing our meaningless goals
Mentally numb we're neglecting our souls
Contented not knowing what's missing and hidden
To fathom the fringe is forever forbidden
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