I reached out and I attempted to grasp at
And what was it that my hand latched upon?
Only the frozen comfort of loneliness.
With my eyes I sought.
I sought and I attempted to discover
And what was it that my eyes saw?
Only the shallow triviality of purpose.
With my ears I listened.
I listened for the solitary faint echo of
And what was it that my ears heard?
Only the blissful resonance of deception.
With my mind I pondered.
I pondered over the depthless, soulless
And what was it that my mind found?
Only the confused reality of my self.
But then with my heart I understood.
I understood the uncertain totality of
And it was in that moment that I found reprieve.
Because it was in that moment that I found
(tainted by lies?)