How foolish it is to expect Knowing well it won't be fulfilled What remains is just heartbreak Pain and disappointment Depending on another To make us happy Is to give the key To our happiness In another's hand. Isn't that stupid?
A nameless emptiness envelops A loneliness, a loveless life A feeling of unable to grasp The purpose of my existence A wish to stay aloof Not able to comprehend The artificiality of people around Not easy to mingle Yet, hold your own ground. I know this too shall pass But, for now, I am one With that vacuous state.