In the middle of the dark
Lies a darker heart
Searching for truth
For fulfillment evasive

Alone in the shadows
Thirsty still, tasted all
Tasting still, till the thirst
Becomes stilled

One day, we would know
Why God bothered to mould
These longing hearts
Soldered into flesh and bones

Till then we'd dwell
With grasping hands that tell
Of the emptiness that is
The futility that we live