The search never reaches its goal. The soul, never filled, never whole, Plugging one gap only to seal another, Always one piece short, you seach forever, Until the day you reach your end, Until the the day you transend, All to feed a geedy soul, All to fill a gaping hole, Crushing and collapsing, Never breaking, never relaxing, Sucking vacuum, empty void, To enter is to be destoyed, Always wanting, never full, Never relaxing the relentless pull.