Idealists are haunted, but we need to be realists
All of our memories are entwined in golden times
Every generation thrives upon their greatest joys
But that's an especially rare commodity in existence
It must be identified, quickly, we need it to survive
Because beyond the layers of existence is the void
Waiting, ready to destroy you, your innocence
In the vast emptiness one finds themselves ... alone
“We become aware of the void as we fill it.” Antonio Porchia
