Hidden Commonality

If we all want what we can't have, How is it that There's any happiness Anywhere? How can you just stop Looking for that thing you never found? Or does it really end? Do they play pretend? Is everybody secret-searching Hoping they can stop the hurting Now Somehow? I love to see all those blank faces Passing me in simple places I go everyday. Maybe there's a way To get inside a person's mind And fill all of the emptiness Before you're empty too. It's a race against time; I think that I might die. Do you feel the same way? That's step one.