Oh, what’s the use?
I’ve no excuse,
Just that my thoughts are tangled
The ocean turns,
My mind churns,
My heart yearns,
My hands learn
to feel the way
through the maze.
Was it really meant to be this endless race?
On with the chase!
on with determination
But never reach my destination,
at least not yet.
If I could just…
But all I’m left with is wind-weary dust.
Crusty medals mock all I ever won.
Sun goes down and earth turns round
And all I have are rusting crowns.