Lonely For Meaning

Lonely for Meaning

Regret and Sorrow make their dismal appearances and confused mind flits about

Same old games of predator and prey

Bark and Growl, Snarl and Bite

Frown and Fright and Drown in Angry Words

Can’t teach fools and can’t give to those who won’t take

Attack and defend, break and mend

And what has become of this trend?

Longing for a comrade – a companion explorer

Weary of games and primacy of conflict

Musician inundated with the sharp pangs of disharmony

Pointless wounding dance

Weary of defending

Longing for Quiet and ruleless Freedom

Words yield only the weapon words of disagreement

This is my dismal story

There is truly no hint of glory

In fact it is yucky and gory

I guess I am not loved or enjoyed

Living here in fear or annoyed

But as they say All is Void

So who knows, maybe some antidote can be employed

I am just weary of trying to find ways through this seemingly impenetrable maze

That seems to fill my daze as I gaze into the haze of hope and the optimystic craze

How to deal with the next episode which will surely come soon is the question I ponder

I wonder if I can someday somehow find a way to cope with the scope of tomorrow

All her traps are set, all her deflections in place

Headlong into the death of another day do I wander and stray

For what else is there here? I fear that is all so what should I do till I die? I don’t know.

I guess I will just learn to enjoy this loneliness.