I use myself and others in moralistic ways,
for all my sisters and brothers live their better days,
finding out what they are truly meant to be,
insatiable to the point of insanity.
Missing out on the seemingly insignificant,
we all become creatures so damn magnificent.
Creating ourselves anew from ash and thought,
we become the wanton chaos we have wrought.
Seldom we look at the past, shameful and insecure,
wandering if we would ever find a lasting cure
to the malaise of a truly questionable mind,
leaving itself on purpose so far and far behind. ...