mselect

the light of hope is fleeting
it's life slowly bleeding
everyone for self
collecting dust on a shelf
solitary confined
voluntary loss of mind
struggle for checks
just to wonder what's next
about every other week
the outlook's bleak
so i do what i can
to catch that flash in the the pan
momentarily gratified
alone and unsatisfied
the more i try the more i fail
nowhere to go on this trail