Are we so desperate
Seeking one answer; an answer
From one answer to another
Unfulfilled
And never satisfied
The playthings fill our lives
What does it mean to be truly inspired
Cop out in the saturation of the romantic
Hearts ache and pain
Sorrow to wear as a uniform
Stir the alphabet soup of emotion
And where shall I place my faith
Today
I am no one
I am someone
I am
Am I
Anyone
Where is the summation piecing together the equation
Where do we fit
Inside the excuses
Have we turned our hands to much more intelligent things
Than this intellect explains
Doubt wrapped up in coloured cellophane
We live; this borrowed agreement of perception
Afraid to admit
We know absolutely nothing
Define life
With paltry planetary, religious, cultural concepts
And chew on the chicken feed of our ignorance
And if the puzzle piece fits
But doesn’t give you the picture you wanted
You simply throw it away and replace it
Trash you inherited
Trash you bequeath
The sweet assumption of a five-dollar shake
Colloquial now in our suffering
With the unity of isolation firmly in the distance
At least we can carry on
( should I let you go
let you fall back into hollow existence
can I let you die inside
just so you can live your empty life
what battalion of love
would then stand by my side
if its banners should die of shame )
Perhaps then we should calculate
All the hither to’s and where fore’s
And bleed in the silence of remembrance
But never cross paths again
Count the links of life by logarithms
Count them by broken chains
Submission Name: Logarithms 
