A Yearning for the Aftermath

Are we alone observing the breathtaking way this universe enclose itself mimicking the eagerness that you used to flip into the end or par of lite-life?

Am I concerned about the way you dance your hip through the floor with nothing but your emptiness inside of it?

Have we been driven so far into the corner of our eyes when I'm not too sure about the implications of life it could bring to the fly?

Yet can we go to another dimension to escape the once benign kingdom albeit much of hypocrisy yet benign nonetheless?

Is it true that we won't make it anyway for a hole so big lies beneath our feet ready to suck the whore ball of galaxies all at once?

I'm in despair now, can't you see?