In Vain

no body cares, listens or understands useless, senseless, meaningless actions yearend what's the point anyway everyday is the same every change is an illusion our life is a spiral the starting point is the same as end what do we really mend what do we learn except failure to bend our initial misery that is the trend of a life we spend in a locked land loneliness we apprehend longing for a friend our values we offend happiness we pretend honesty we suspend hope comes to a deadend nothing blends reality we transcend hopelessness we expand ultimately our own selves we unfriend