Silent Sadness

Senseless sense,
restless sleep,
empty existence.
Nowhere to go,
no need to find,
because of broken promises.
We live in the present,
with our hopes
in an unknown future.
Because the future we know,
the future we perceive,
the future the've been selling us,
it's a lie.
And it's not enough.
So we cry
in our silent sadness.
So we claim,
in our eternal gloom.
So we shout,
in our apathy,
because we can't find answers
because we feel drained
because we don't buy it
because we don't believe
in changing the world.
But we all know
that the world could be different.