The dreams are over
The hope that once rested so comfortably inside has escaped
Lapses in judgment and a means to an end of wishes
Belief is an enigma
Excitement has banished itself from soul purposes
Wide eyed expectations have become rather null and void
Dead ends strain the want
Systems adhered to once are now ignored twice as much
Healing is in demand
Where does one go?
Used to is the trademark greeting
Sundays and Wednesdays rushing to get good seating
Drained by the dark matter of factors
Where is faith now?
Belief where do you hide?