I sleep,
to awake tired.

I eat,
yet remain hungry.

I work,
but have no money.

I love,
to be heartbroken.

Eyes open,
I cannot see.

I go,
to arrive nowhere.

I drink,
a thirst unquenchable.

I seek,
but cannot find.

I am,
just another existence.

Outwardly a sun,
inside a raging storm.

All because I cannot turn off the noise and allow You to Be.