When all said is done?
Nothing is known.
For better or for worse,
it all sails away.
Tick - tock - tick - tock
the clock wont stop.
Flying high towards the sky,
clouds become deceiving.
The soothing chill we looked forward too,
become a wave of unsettling ember.
Like a corpse forgotten and ignored.
Piled high.
Day by day you wait,
but your answer never shows.
Awakened, but never pleased.
You search for salvation.
What's left to do?
Who's left to speak?
What Happens?
When there's nowhere else to turn