The Awaiting With No Chance of Return

Wrote this while I was "finding myself."

There are days when some will seek
And they will find
There are moments when some will seek
But completely deny


Time and time again
They search for a way
A story
One with a happy ending
But time and time again
They come up short
A failure?
Or just the wrong means of finding?


When everything is at stake
They start to see
Yet, still its too late
But they've got to see!


They reject once more
At their final hour
Due to the fact that
There's no desire


The minutes count down!
The minutes count down!
What do they have now?
But a mere Destruction on their hands
Destruction of a soul
Its just destruction on their hands


In the midst of the rumors
Still no sense of regard
In the midst of the evidence
A rather dis-regard


Not knowing there is more
Not knowing there is hope
Not knowing where theyre going
Not knowing the end of the road