My emotions fade and I drift
The road is made for those able.
I am not as swift as when I was stable.

Dead end headed.
The thing that I dreaded.

The words mean nothing.
The flame has died.
I’m looking for something.
I end up stuck inside.

Dead end headed.
The thing that I dreaded.

Flowers of beauty don’t become less
and people are just as special.
it is I that has become a mess
lost in a wood artificial.

The past provides sadness, the present offers work,
the future gives hope.

But is hope a tool for success
or is it just a fools trait?
Pray and wait.
The answer will glow.