unfinished #2

there was a time i wrote my heart out
i bled upon those pages
like Sisyphus - an exercise in futility -
much like him, i tried for ages

too long after i had met you
slowly creeping into 2009
somewhere in there i realized
that you were never mine

hindsight being what it is
driving alone down the interstate
everything that i loved was missing
i realized it a little to slow, and entirely too late

undone we go alone

i found this in my drafts tonight... it's from almost exactly a year ago. odd.

Saving up my hopes and watching each one as they crack
Wash them down the drain because they're never coming back
Times have changed and time moves on you circle 'round yourself
Sanity, it rests alone, gathering dust up on the shelf
I find meaning betrays itself and lied to us again
Solace, control, axe to grind, define it please my friend
Take away, to set alone, the selfish made to decay
Pushing hard and wearing thin there's nothing left to say

insomnia