We are all formless in our shape.
We object to our objection.
We find chaos in our peace,
Loudness in our solitude,
Madness in our brilliance.
We find rest in our restlessness.
We find youth only through age.
We find beauty in the things we destroy,
Lust in our friendlessness,
Longing in our reflections.
But still we all remain the same.