Sense Of Purpose

Silent grows the night in tandem,

The efforts and pains of those alike.

Laugh at the reasoning,

Laugh at their plight.

Cry equally for all there in life, 

We are souls adrift in a giant ocean,

The salty washes out respite,

The irony of the solitude lost in translation.

Is this how averse and blind we are with open eyes? 

Waste now, don't give up,

There is still same flight in the dying light,

All is lost as is light in dark,

The silent darkness your souls only respite.