Crushed

Along a lonely path rests a lone man

suddenly too aware

of time’s frothy splash

of this day’s running

of tomorrow’s silent churning

he’s come to find meaning clouded

by dreams sundered

by hopes floundered

by brilliant disillusioned lies

hopelessly wailing their own last rights



He’s found his measuring cup in life half empty

he's discovered there’s no longer

the urge to continue

beyond the lonely path

no effort left in him to spin once more

into a frivolous cycle

no way to clean the ills of a wasted life

too hungry to swim

too heavy to float

too crushed to care