I wish for something better,
Yet the truth remains my dream.
As I trudge along my life,
Lost of purpose; caught in strife.

Melodies of memories play,
in my heart and soul.
The emptiness of missing notes,
sounds out into a void.

Reminding me of my purpose,
has most simply been destroyed.
Undertones and rumors,
now form my reality.

Clinging to my conscious,
with a crass sad vitality.
It would be futile as they must always win,
The key to my disquiet lives so very deep within.

Sheila...