An Exercise in Futility

Aug 27, 2007

Current mood:cynical

An Exercise in Futility

A world of darkly confusions there is no light
A nightmare of pain and delusions I have no fight
Fooling myself into thinking there's some way out
My mind is here for the taking I have no doubt


In a universe of rhyme there is no reason
In a tale as old as time there is no season
How can this be? How can this be?


Useless words I read typed on the screen
Meaningless songs I hear sung in between
I walk in the day yet my shadow won't follow
My heartbeat I hear but my chest is so hollow


In a world of concise figures there is no measure

In a place where joy has no limits I can't find pleasure

How can this be? How can this be?

The sun shines it's heat yet I feel cold
The face of a young woman is what is seen but I am old
A feast is laid before me but I can't taste
A life foretold of promise it's all a waste


A vampire's definition with no reflection is what I give
A mortal life with no hope is what I live
How can this be? How can this be?


Yet, It Is,  For Here I Am


Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- Aug 2007