Look around you,

at the dead faces;

hollowed-out eyes,

empty, open mouth;

broken visage of a human being,

far removed from their soul.

 

Satellites drifting,

in lifeless space,

occasionally banging,

against something,

occasionally, someone.

 

No connection,

no meaning,

no passion,

to be kindled.

 

The lost years,

in full swing.

 

Look around you,

at the dead faces.