Immemorial Musing

A small spark of hope,
A little gleam of light,
Stars shine and flicker
But they’re not always bright.

Thoughts come and go,
Words start and end,
Dreams shine and flicker
But they don’t always mend.

Times are feeling tough,
Things are looking bleak,
People come and go
But nonetheless we’re weak.

Who even am I?
What even are we?
I don’t understand it all
But nonetheless I plea.

Why are they here?
Why won’t they leave?
They’re just in my head
I feel so naive.

We start looking back,
Connecting any dots,
But everything is scrambled
There are too many thoughts.

I feel so lost,
There’s no turning back.
Nowhere to go,
And so much I lack.

How do they do it?
How are they better?
Why can’t I do it?
Why can’t I be better?

I had that spark,
I had that gleam.
It had shined and flickered,
But it was all a dream.

Time’s not stopping,
It’s only getting rougher,
I don’t know what to do,
I guess I’ll just suffer.

-Immemorial Musing