Pilfered

Contributed by Robert Lyons

Labor relentlessly wasted, though we are motivated by hope, reality raises its head, tensly waiting to strike.

To take back the dream you've been running down, to ground your ambitions into fine sand tumbling through the hourglass, piling into regret.

Time lost to the ages like the fate of castles, the work of giants crumbling, as society stumbles in the moment.

Individuals seeking atonement wander alone in a homeless world where even hanging your hat is now hassled.

Left grasping at the chastity belt clamped on by the powers keeping tabs on your habits while keeping the pages of your life stuck together.

No matter the measure of your strife or the skill of your fight, merit lost to the blight. Rotting bureaucracies! Thieves in the night!