Living in fury
Of hell that covers endless miles
Like the Niles of treasures...
That measures our lives...

Eyes of a kaleidescope,
Seeing cars like the stars,
Hoping they drive us far,
And dump us at a bar...

And we drown our memories...
Until we meet again...
At thy tombstone...
Staring at ghosts that don't exist...

But we insist that we list,
A great might with our fist...
Energy that has been fueled...
By our own heartbeat...

Veins covering the core,
That we have yet to see,
Or feel, or touch...
Or even know.

We are scorned,
And yet we don't even know...