Fool's Errand

As it all falls down, and everything burns, the meek have their day
It seems you’ve found your way down
Slip into this void. This longing brought suffering
We speak in bitter tongues
A stone is the crux of a wall. Its burden lies in weight
Lowly, we bask in omens, and dream of what reality was
Beholden to a paradise broken, dream of what reality was
Slowly, we bend so slowly
As we descend the walls that seem so sloped call forth my way
We bend so slowly. I won’t stay or carve my name
You were tied to the weight of this failure
We sink in through reverie
In quiet moments I prayed for this day
In weaker moments I rued this day
In desperation I gave way
What would I do to be rid of this?
Head down, back to wind, what would I do?
Forget this weight
This day was yours to take, heads down
Backs to the wind, beating back the deluge endlessly
We need something to hold as the light fades away