Futility

I could write this silly poem Play a million songs Lay awake not sleeping Raging all night long Spend my days and hours Plagued by thoughts of you But it won't change a single thing There's nothing I can do I can't control your feelings Or fix reality This exercise in torment Is just futility The truth is I'm exhausted It's such a waste of time Languishing in passion As desire taunts my mind I'm totally depleted So tired, all in vain Wanting you, your skin, your touch You're my carnal bane I wish I could forget you Erase my memory Purge you from my being It's such futility.