Lofty ambitions are sometimes to high for some people to reach
Causing them to fall down between the cracks and into a spiral
Of defeat and failure, trapped within their own miserable existence
Making the best of it , tasting the bitter wine of defeat
In the cold sordid hours of minutes reaching  out, putting death holds
On strength reason, living in depression's grim prison
Thinking you were wed to it from the womb, until its loneliness
You cannot  confide in or trust, or even reason with