Once again returning to hopelessness
With the lore of what is at hand
Never before meant so much
Too much more would be lost
If not too much could be kept at stake
Why do we all believe in something
What when we are searching,
We can not see in front of us
Even if what bores us
Clouds our vision
And leaves us blind to what we can see.
Another life gone, another yet to occur.
If we could all just believe in something
We might just be able to leave our life desired.
Another life ends and another begins.
Who is to say that any one thing is better.













