“we sit in empty rooms –

consumed with the next thought,

surreptitiously interjected into our uneventful lives.

searching for value and justification, 

we scan through the abyss of suppose,

anticipating relevance – 

some semblance of self-value.

and when we find nothing notable, 

we resort back to our misery – 

wrap ourselves up in the familiarity of alone.”