meaningless

I get the distinct feeling
that this all had meaning once
and perhaps before we turn to dust
it may return again
but as for now
as for these things
'tis always falling short
the distraction of the time
is holding back honest report.

Where is this swelter heading
why for are we to dance
when there is nothing left to struggle for per-chance
the giving up has brought us to this
violent impasse
and only countless more
are hiding out beneath the mask
and rows of empty promises upon pretense is stacked
there is not a ladder tall enough to look beyond this fence
but distractions are aplenty and climbing is such work
why would you bother trying
when it is warm beneath the dirt
you would not know
for all our things
our minds are deep in dearth.

So if value is subjective
why not value what you have
the point beyond
the need and want
is revelry and sin
despite the loss of meaning
at the time that we are in
learn to unsee where we are headed
think on "where'd it begin?"