like the smoke that slivers out of the mouth of a dying cigarette, we dance and sway to the current that carries the hope of redemption.
we dodge and deny the pain of reality, we bathe and swim through the waters of ignorance, defying the truth that we will all perish in the same poison that cradles us.
we sing songs of regret, ignoring the laws of both time and rationality, we utter poems of trust and betrayal, write memories of what used to be.
we struggle inside the hourglass of our profane existence, with our mouths we catch the sands of time, wishing and praying it will satisfy the ultimate Hunger.
do we stop?
where do we proceed?
is this the right direction?
can we endure the perils of this road?
for how long?
do we still have our reasons?
can we justify the means if we know what the end has in store for us?
how can we be certain that the light that we see is really at the end of the tunnel?
how can we be sure that there is an end?