I stand upon this broken ledge,
Watching the people scurry,
And I wonder what they seek,
When they run and hurry.
They must be looking for something of value,
To pass the world so quickly,
And yet all they couse each other,
Is just a form of misery.
I've found all I need to in this world,
So I know I'll never join them,
But I'ld like to understand,
What they seek within.
I know many who also move like these,
With such speed and haste,
And they do not know why it is,
That a moment, they cannot waste.
What could people hope to achieve,
Ifthey don't even know what it is they seek?
Let the fire consume you.