Trying to find some illumination

In this murky world of good intents

But questionable actions, dark deeds

Eyes opened wide, arms reach tentatively

To find only more emptiness…stretching

As far as these blind eyes fail to see

Groping with hands that end in despair

Seeking intellectual intercourse but finding

Only more f***ing talk…about nothing

Resolving nothing, accomplishing nothing

Time filled to the overflowing with words

Smoldering butts scorching the imagination

With embers that never quite burn

But never burn out, singeing the tongue

While leaving the soul out in the cold

Quivering heart not beating,

Gaping mouth open, gasping for life

For companionship amid the smothering throng

Of bodies that surround us…we struggle

With ourselves and our dreams

Amid coffee shop geniuses and fools

In cap and gown, extolling

The virtues of freedom while applying

The scourge of the few to the backs of the masses

Fumbling, reaching, groping, forever empty

Nighttime zombies in a daytime existence

Still on we stumble…forever hoping