Dull, Meaningless

Such a dark empty void
that creeps into the soul

When we stare in the mirror
and wonder why we face the morrow

Difficult to face
when we look out and judge the meanings

Looking back on what we've wrought
knowing that it may not be enough

So instead, bury ourselves deeper
in stories made by pen and ink

Sit in traffic by day
slay the dragons by night

And somehow still wonder
why to keep going at all

Such a mystery is no challenge
no puzzle at all

We only find some joy in this life
when spent for another

Yet the trial in the day
to take the easy way

To hoard the gold
to laugh in comforts

But rays of light
shine brightly in darker places

Tho' the boards, rickety may be
and the winds rustle off in the distance

If we only find a single other soul
only find a single other being

Then perhaps some meaning
derived may be