This hollow tune of murmuring dissatisfaction,
is it sweeter than a three-day-old pastry? Some say, yes,
the perfect distillation of every sigh between the clock ticks.
Do you consume beneficially?
A shimmering repulsion holds sway over nervous chatter,
as ambitions wither, becoming damp leaves clinging to whispers.
Enter now, the realm of ethereal echoes,
lost timeless questions remain waiting, saying ask.