Voices, talking, laughing,
Yelling, screaming,
Hate, love,
Awkwardness.
New and old,
familiar and forgotten,
Seems a circus.
Sitting, watching,
Arguments on everything,
Working together on something,
We end up to nothing.
Perhaps a joke,
Continuation for emotions,
And logic dictates,
No purpose.
Enjoyment,
Personal
Satisfaction,
Urges satisfied.
Partake in little of it,
And fearing the last
Reason for this,
Might fade away.
Logical backings,
Stripping all joy,
Pain, hate,
Love and envy.
To nothing,
And that is eternal peace.
Always a trade off.