We fight day in and day out
Filling voids we fail to understand
Yet nothing changes
We remain a record on repeat
Like an echo
Nourishing every last emotional strand
Thoughts turn into dreams
Dreams turn into dust
We craft days into a delusion
A delusional repetition
For all the wrong reasons
Not knowing what we have done
We obey
Why do we have no guidance
Through ruins we make home
We become truly alone
An echo isn't as beautiful as it seems
An echo is a lie

-Joseph B Schneider