Pools form underneath rocky terrain
and I crawl in between the crests and crags
I'm looking for something among all this senseless clutter
I find nothing but more cracks and wears
meaning crumbles into nothing while
nothing transforms into meaning
it's all the same until you can't tell whats up or down
until everything sheens a musty gray
and you're left reaching out for what was
and what can never be again.
Love is stale and forgotten
while children are left weeping in their beds
and my nails are bitten while I write
for salvation comes from loneliness
and truth is found in nonsense
and dreams are all one has
even if ultimately they're pointless...