I have no reason why,
The selfish, in vain, take hold
Of a hope that cannot die,
It’s really getting old
But letting go doesn’t seem to be
In the cards, i can’t play it
On the tip of a thought,
An answer, i can’t say it
And the limits imposed
by the lack of understanding
Makes acceptance the course
And of course, I’m not accepting
Struggling in vain, there’s no other way
Can i at least believe they know i remember.
Nothing i could do
but to Watch, and to pray
Until returning our bodies to clay
I try too hard somehow, without ever even trying
Fruitless is the hand offering semblance to the dying
The greatest minds can't find the cure
What offer could i proffer here
That wouldn't requisite a dejected tear...
In vain, or in vanity
Selfishness or insanity?
No control over desire to
Defeat this infirmity
Should be left to the learned
It's hard to trust the tried.
I couldn’t agree more
On nights like tonight.