Bitterly, blindly.. we muddle through..
day and night with hardly a clue.
Priding ourselves on knowing about this or that,
and of many others, as a matter of fact.
But do we see, outside what we know.
For that matter, see what we know, or is it show?
I could spell a hundred words,
without knowing their meaning…
It'd feel empty like a life of only breathing.
Emptiness is something we don't need more of..
Loneliness kills.. because we all need love.