Things that have been said, So many times they are almost dead. The life still remains, With the meaning gone, And yet there’s no one to blame.

A love so far away Surprisingly remains, lacking decay. “Over the hills and through the woods” It remains, still – Yet find it I never will.

A life without purpose, Yet surrounded by other workers All day and night, through endless strife. Nothing to be thankful for When memories seem only lore.

Seems as though its: three steps back For every one forward. Everything gray, never again to be lit.