Insignificance is the unspoken word of my tounge.
The word to haunt my soul at night.
The pressure of loneliness collapsing my lung.
The picture perfect forever out of sight.
Something to depress and undress a fine lady.
Something to devour the sanity of a mind.
Something to make sunny days all to shady
Something to make a man all but kind.
This something will destroy our generation.
And confuse the brightest of brains.
This something is a lack of appreciation.
It\'s letting romance go down the drains.