Stumbling aimlessly down corridors
bathed in cold eerie shadows.
Of the too many lost and souless
whom have passed this way before.
I contemplate posterities fate
which follow this path later.

Life is an unbeatable contest
of the seeking and unsought.
A game played by rules yet unwritten
in which all players are lost.
An unrequested journey taken
where only the end is sure.

Love being the only hope granted
to those blessed with its pressence.
An occassionally painfull one
yet the singular true joy.
That mankind is able to attain
on his sojourn after birth