All we know’s falling

All we know's falling
Into troubled feeling,
Every minute filling
Conquest's dreams with kneeling.

When one feels alone,
Two depressions align:
One, the separate ailing;
Two, the need for a sign.

Belief is crucial
In the face of crushing
Monotony, cruising
Along with bleak rushing;

And if you believe
In the soul that belies
The sordid facts below,
You can let lives be lives.