6 W's

6 W's So it is again. Caught in the cycle of life. Where everything is responsibility, expectations, and decay. And the bastards beat you down with their rules and their deadlines. Where the weeks leave you weak day by day, with just enough time to recover for the grind. When the dreams are all dead, or dying, and every dull moment feels like chewing tin foil. When realizing fate, merely hurry up and wait, with nothing to sate, or slake your empty mouth on this coil What is the promise of tomorrow? It never comes, always hours out of reach. What is the point in all this sorrow? Is there something I could learn, or I should teach? Who could stand such cruel fates? Love, star crossed my heart and hoped to die. Who could weather this weather? Autumn came with a roar, and spring let out a sigh. How long is longing? Is there something yet to come that's worth the wait? How much time is time? I pray I do not find that answer out too late. So I sit with my coffee, my clock, and my silent guitar, and wonder Why?