And so it starts again
Like adding heat to the sun
As pointless feeling as ever
As painfully stinging as ever
Day after day of tedious work
Just to end up with nothing of worth
Every single day being surrounded by many
Still lonely, still nothing to do or say
How come we fell the loneliest when others are around?
No matter the answer
We still do
We always joke, trying to blow off smoke, to avoid the need of recovery, to postpone self discovery
The ghost of the past living in a present with no hope of a future.