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Eventful or eventless...
There must be more to life than this.
This constant urge, this constant yearning...
Its tiring to keep it locked up, hidden away, tucked under, shut out...

Put to sleep you might say...
but sleep offers no escape
Crystal clarity even with my eyes shut
No rest... no hope...

And yet, I press on...
Like an insect that will not die
I trudge on through this endless journey
with the faintest glimmer in my mind

What you were like before
The best I could be with you
I give my all
but these futile efforts disappear

Like a spray of perfume
Diffusing into the wind
And not even the smell remains
What a waste... It was expensive

More than you can imagine
Less than you can achieve
It works out for your benefit
but more often than not, its not

As I offer these grey prayers
made in utter desperation and tears
Its unlikely that a change will arrive
Unlikely that it will change this lie

Its being contemplated
the options are being weighed
This cannot be real until the feeling is gone
Unless of course, you and I are both wrong

Creeping over me, solid gold weights
pulling my eyes shut
Nothing has happened
I'm back where I was before...

Possessed by perfection
in the eyes, those big brown eyes
I languish at the inevitable
They will never belong...
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