No depth, no feeling, no words, no sense
No understanding of sapience
Of wisdom, prudence and foresight
No blinding sun turns dark to light.

Porcelain eyes that do not see
Surrounded by a deafening sea
The world and all reality
Can’t be ignored, can’t cease to be.

Choose or not life to accept
Henceforth discard all ways inept
Relinquish ties that hold indebt
The dated claims that you have kept.

Hollow souls that do not live
No substance, love or good to give
Drink in my words, failed to enamor
See just black print on white paper.