i see great suffering in the world
i see the way of accident and blundering
and what we have created
i am not blinded by the illusions
i hear the cries everywhere of pain
and i know my loneliness
i know my own desire
would you be what i am?
drifting timeless, alone
listening to the carnal voices of the world
thirsting for love and understanding
anguish, unknowing, and unseeing
i know that which we created is void
and yet i do nothing
could i be what you are?