The Oblivious

Staring into the oblivion,I stare at none,
 I try finding many but see not one. 
Who hath the key to world unknown,give!
 For I shall tour away from the known-onto the islands and the shores,
free from the din and the chores.
 I seek thou,I find none-I see into many but I find not one...

for the puppets that we are

oh! for the life so unfair,
nah! for the inequalities thou share
Ah! for the pain that thou pair
with desires like oasis and despair!

What is it for a being to live
a life sans returns but more to give-
a saint am not to renounce
neither fiery to grab by pounce!

Try they say and thou shall receive
For, at the Altar lies hope
that never shall deceive...
ha! its a tale so fairy and old

That sees no day for the life so cold.
With a smile so fake and put
there lies a soul that lies in the rut,
all lost and lost, and lost!

oh! for the life so unfair,
nah! for the inequalities thou share
Ah! for the pain that thou pair
with desires like oasis and despair!