blaiming others of our misfortune.
No escape from this point on,
only endless trickory in passion to change.
As slaves we must pretend to feel,
fake to society,
or sit alone.
Though lonliness streghthens the hungar.
Only adds to the wanting to know, think and feel.
So we fall off our mighty thrones
in hope to find something gone.
Only to find that the hole is empty.
