As the systematic increases of our own desires blind us

We stumble headlong into agony

With despair and regret in our hearts

And manic expletives on our tongues

We take snapshots of the process

Reminding ourselves of our very origin,

Our very being.

How we have come to be this insightful

Is a mystery,

For all that remains are questions

And doubt for our depth.

Capabilities beyond depravity haunt us

For we all want the same thing

And yet we want to know nothing of it

While being completely and utterly content

Plagues us with its light

And enthralls us with its shadows

On the evening news.