Barren
come this wall of barren days
and instants of pure terror
where deep inside
the fear we have
is that
there will be
no difference
or moving on
in excited anticipation
come this time of mundane endurance
of nothing passion
of nowhere funny
life seems to be so ordinary
so everyday
so lacking
none have any passion left
it seems
come this dross
this place of - the left over
when all around
there is a leeching
of other peoples pleasure
so entirely understandable
as life moves on
and adrenalin rushes fade
it comes
a life of disappointed endings
where many people
sit and dream
of what has gone before
where living in the past
is more
than all there is
to come
