They kept their sadness to themselves, although each could imagine the other's. The tediom of profession for any man or woman of imagination. We all hope to experience something unique. We all hope to experience love. Oh, the futility of trying hard enough... The energy squandered... Half unconcious and giving up. Ridiculous lies help keep things functioning... Inspiring passion. Late nights... Sleepy eyes... Honoured and delighted to be alive. __________ Lacklustre lovers take something for lusidity... Forcing trust and ingoring honesty. This is society and these are it's sad souls... Their motives derived from desperation implore friends to become foes... And skeletons creep out of the closets in their broken homes. __________ They kept their fears to themselves, although each could imagine the other's. The tediom of rejection for any man or woman of dedication. We all hope to experience something unique. We all should use imagination. Oh, the futility of trying hard enough... The energy squandered when giving up. Ridiculous lies to keep us getting by... Still, there's inspiration in life and there is a role, but there's no place for societies sad souls. | 
