To thwart the inevitable
What lies in the failure to succeed
Something that like that of ghost
A haunting force never to be perceived
So, much you try
Only to come up short
For long you held tight to the fond memories
Now blanketed with remorse
Whom shall you blame when your
Efforts fall in vain
Is it a tragic force dwelt within man
Turning the hand of fate
For so long you have battle against the tide
While others float along without a ripple in water
You sea lay barren in your own demise
Yet try as you might
Somehow it never seems to relent
The tide never turns in your favor
You lay waste in your own lament
Yet not by your own folly
It seems you are undone
For so long you have fought
Yet the battle is never won
What is this that has laid ruin to mine
Taken that which I had coveted
That which I admired
What is the meaning
If in the end it all goes to waste
Like a child we are out of the womb
Only to meet our inevitable grave