Perpetually Untitled.

She claims to have the answers to the questions of the universe. 

"I'm on a higher plane", she screams, holding her crystal charm and pumping her fist in the wind.

He claims to have the answers to the questions of the world.

"I've spoken to the Almighty. Repent and repeat", he shouts, slapping his moisturized palms upon the wooden pulpit.

They claim to have some answers to the questions of the universe.

"We've witnessed the slow expansion of space. We can verify our claims", they proclaim, in a room full of like minds.

We arrogantly claim to have known all along.

"No one goes past this point. This is it", we demand. Wishing nothing more than to be acknowledged.

"We all bleed the same." 

A voice whispers from within them all. 

All humans, all with the same hunger for the same answers, 

that will never be unearthed.