Repititious Lifestyle

Single file lines going forward into oblivion and lost upon the way A lost sense of corruption, gaining another sense of nothingness A feeling forlorn. A feeling repugnant. A feeling transposed, again. Trying oh so very hard not forget the origins of the forgetful soul Happiness turned rotten, turned to ash, turned tasteless. Face the fact Quiet remembrance, a quiet longing for all things new, again.