There is no right

There is no right, there is only my song
and resolution can never come.
The world I inhabit only goes deeper,
the pain that drives the movement blisters on.
With age the answers do not come;
the questions merely change.
The world I discover hums along
to its own brutal currency:
three minutes of ecstasy
for thirty thousand miles of despair,
for all the castles in the air
to meet their maker on the floor.