apathy finds rest within their walls
my soul finds itself barred within
dry, thirsty, weary.
bourgeois pretension almost contagious
lay foundations for frustration.
voices scream from within crying out
desperate to leave
convinced there is nothing here left
a faint tone
joins the marching band within
yet it keeps me here.
bids me stay.
searching for my "why"
and in that question i find you.
in my suffering, i am found in you