I’m lost, you lost, we both lost.
We like two trains on different tracks
Going the opposite directions
On an open field full of nothingness.
Our minds are now that of
A blank canvas on which the
Creativity of the world can
Be splattered on and left to dry.
We have not the ability to make
Things happen in our lives but
The ability of putting the seed
That we hope doth sow in the
Near but yet so distant future.