• Running in a circle,

    Almost out of ground

    Digging deeper ditches,

    And falling farther down

    Past hatchets long since buried,

    And memories left to rot

    Were what was once important

    All amounts to naught

    Blinding sky of the forgotten

    Consuming all my light

    Futile thoughts, unwanted

    Keep me awake all night

    And when every work is spoken,

    When all is said and done

    I realize one most simple fact

    False hope’s better than none