the empty cups.

This town that runs on madness.
Where everyone comes with oversized
excess baggage.
A facade for every emotion.
An emoticon for every meaningless gesture.

I open up the newspaper to
more gloom and doom.
And wonder how
we managed to mess it up so bad.

Hope that
doesn't come in candy pills
or at the bottom of the bottle.
Nor a stranger's embrace
nor shiny new things.

No,

what everyone wants
is just be loved.

. Arigato .