OF YOU

I read that shit in silence

Then I read that shit once more

It reminded me what was coming

And what I had thought before

There is no overcoming

The things already done

Even if you had felt triumph

Doesn’t mean you ever won

Sometimes, spinning in a circle

Can soak up lots of years

While you feel you’re doing something

You’re just grinding on your gears

Build a place for your belongings

While your belongings want for not

Stack them up in prideful homage

To all the things that you’d forgot

Seeking, searching for a purpose

Blind reverence is a haze

That clouds your eyes with wonder

Stoked by hopes for better days

Rearrange the stacks (now worthless)

They now bitter from regret

Makes you wish for what you’d longed for

And all the things you can’t forget

Feel run over by a shower

Feelings drip like sopping rain

Every drop feels much more sour

Every drop reminds of pain

Every drop another failure

Another thing you didn’t do

‘Til the drops become a flood

In remembrance of you