Endless Emptiness

At the core of my being
A void

At the heart of this ocean of disillusion
You are suffering
Empty, used up
This gaping hole I can't fix

I am suffering
I am suffering

I can't blame it
I can't blame it on the absence of spiritualism
It contradicts
The schematic of my beliefs
This will to meaning is the motive, is at the center

And this need to be occupied, nearly all the time with something
That can make you feel awe, pleased, relieved
Proud, loved, hated

This yearning to fill every moment
What are we trying to satisfy?
To ease our loneliness, our loneliness?
I guess it can explain

Why you are dedicated to a single, consuming purpose?
Why you seek Him?
Why we're trying to fit as much into our lives?

Why you are trying to be more productive?
There will always
There will always be more tasks than you will ever have time to do

Why you fill the silence
With those empty noises?
Endless emptiness

Why you drink so much? The void
But the emptiness has wore you away, the emptiness
Why you can't stand alone?
This will to meaning is the motive, is at the center

You are suffering, you are suffering
Empty, used up
This gaping hole I can't fix

I am suffering
I am suffering

At the core of my being
A void