Sincerity crossing over to crudeness
Every newborn raised to be shown what doom is
Disengaging hope and the sight that looks forward
When describing despair one wished there were more words
Wasting away like atrophied muscles
Speech muffled by society’s muzzle
Restlessness possessing this vessel
Fingertips pointing at temples
Unsure what to desire, what to acquire
Unable to forget that time will expire