In the hollowness
I searched for fulfilment.

In the silence of void
I looked for resonance.

In the chaos of life
I strive for perfect order of events.

Isn't it all vein hopes?
Isn't it all waste of time?
Isn't it we all just do day and night?
Isn't it all useless attempt?
To get something useful,
out of these futile events.