Whatever is it that you seek when you wake up each day?
What is it you want fulfilled everyday you trudge yourself halfway across the country to plant your ass on a chair for 8 hours?
What do you see when you stare out the window of a train as it transcends across a concrete landscape marred by desecration and despair?
What do you figure goes through their minds when you look into their cloudy gaze?
They laugh. When they're euphoric. But when you cry, why so? It astounds, for the reasons when you do so. For it could be for a million reasons, or for only one. Sometimes, one is enough.
But, do you know when to stop?