Desperate, Lonely Things

It's 3am

Where are you going?

Constantly moving

But no one is growing

Forward is backward

Down is up

The answer is not

In a half empty cup

The riddle continues

Who knows what tomorrow may bring

We have to stop trusting

In desperate, lonely things

 

The night it may call you

Though you can't see the road

Don't call yourself free

When we're all bought and sold

You can't pay for hope

With someone else's change

There's no clear eyes or full hearts

When we all feel estranged

The sound is long gone

Can you still hear the singers sing

While they drown every note

In desperate, lonely things

 

You won't learn to rise

If you wait on the fall

There's no getting the message

If you can't make the call

You can't die to live

If you live to die

Don't ask what is fair

If you never learned why

There's no holding on

To a world tied to a string

If you never let go

Of desperate, lonely things

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Desperate lonely things indeed....

I like the way you take the reader on a kind of mini-movie adventure here...
there are many good lines here...although these were my favourite:

The night it may call you
Though you can't see the road
Don't call yourself free
When we're all bought and sold

Overall an upbeat and hopeful write...

BB73

[Brandon Houser]

Thank you very much for your kind words! Looking forward to reading some of your stuff in return.

[Curly Grace]

A clear, steady piece about the cost of clinging to what keeps us lost. The refrain lands with quiet weight, reminding us how hard it is to move forward while holding on to what drains us.