Humanity
Why do we yearn for connection That which is always amiss? Why do we require camaraderie Do we truly need other souls to light up the abyss within? The world is dark and scary sometimes But in the dark cold is a gentleness unfathomable It'll crush the blind and the wary equally But that which remains untold, withering, unimaginable The human condition is a massive mystery For what do we truly strive to be? Must we always be better Find purpose in what we do Or be set free To do what we always dreamed of? What is dreaming, anyways What does it mean? What is the point of living? How do we truly know what we feel? Are my interactions true? Is my personality real? Is the love that I harbor for her honest Or have I been lying to myself for two years? Do I love my friends Or do I want some new? Can I fit within Or am I forever alone? Cursed to be a wallflower Or an outcast in exile Of what I am, I'm unsure Unreal, is how everything recently feels Like a wisp Or a dream Something fadi...