Nameless entities stroke our conscious beautifully;
We're curious, but the air never tasted so stale.
Dim lights flicker teasingly at us, asking the time;
We beckon them: "Shoo!", but cliche; to no avail.
Stars shine a bitter bright, (so bitter we taste it for weeks,)
Fearless of universe, they stand still to intimidate.
They long to touch our conscious, yet we still allow it,
(And though it makes no sense) we'll allow it to accelerate.
Though translucent it's still there; a consciousness we often forget,
Faceless and unnamed, they rule our choice to a degree.
Caressing our bodies with curiosity, we request for more,
Such a touch to guess us against our pleasures, we beg to see.
Nameless entities stroke our conscious beautifully;
We're curious, but the air never tasted so stale.
Dim lights flicker teasingly at us, asking the time;
We beckon them: "Shoo!", but cliche; to no avail.
