Sunday 18 December 2016

Inadequate






The Wheel of life slowly turns:
New year, new hope but all in vain.
All in vain.

Trying, striving, never winning:
Always useless.

The years go by, never changing:
Always worse.

I see ahead, I see what’s coming
I know this path is never ending.

Another lonely wasted day.
No achievements, never praise.

Waiting for the night to come
So I can sleep.

No peace for me, no new beginning.
Time goes by, the Wheel keeps spinning.
On and on and on.

Just let me sleep and never wake.

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