Tinsel of Futility

Tinsel of Futility

Comfort in senility

Cold stare of vacancy

Resigned to complacency

Those distant dancing lights
Of listless stargazing nights
The hopes he left un-sated
Detritus of the jaded

By tragedy endowed

Its too late for him now

As this stultifying shell

Encases him in hell

The promise of his past

Once seemed so bold and vast

But he never chose his purpose

Just skimmed across the surface

All those years of breathing

Filled by desperate seething

Never learned to be

Never running free

Never tested evidence

Subservient to dissonance

No life of values traded

Asleep as dreams grew faded

Now he sits alone

In this not so restful home

So many wasted years

End in only tears

Inside his brain is screaming

Regrets infest mind teeming

“Don’t make my mistake

As another human fake

Find fealty in the facts

By obligation to acts

Happiness isn’t magic

You choose not to be tragic

Let what you love be what you do

And work to see it through

All the values that you find

Are values in your mind

Let your soul run loose

Adapt and produce

Be a friend of man

And love yourself, you can

My time gone while yours emerging

Vicariously I watch you surging

Find my meaning inside you

And hope there it finds you too.”

But for him too late it is though

Nowhere that he can go

With his warning lost unheard

Catatonic fleeting words

Those distant dancing lights
Divorced from his plight
Beyond the realm of meaning
His conscience demeaning

Tinsel of futility

No comfort in senility

Cold Stare of vacancy

Trapped by complacency.