We are constantly searching for answers that we already know. Always inquiring, always asking, always in motion without motion. Lost in a field of make believe. Failing to hear the silent cries of our own self. We are lost in a world of without response or care, driven by the harden ethics of the forlorn, comprised of pain and misery.
Haunted by the call of our wild senses to exhibit the rational norms of what society indicates to be normal. Fruitlessly we only listen to what we already believed in without avail.