Crushed

“Crushed” Along a lonely path rests a lone man suddenly too aware of time’s frothy splash of this day’s running of tomorrow’s silent churning he’s come to find meaning clouded by dreams sundered by hopes floundered by brilliant disillusioned lies hopelessly wailing their own last rights He’s found his measuring up in life half empty he's discovered there’s no longer the urge to continue beyond the lonely path no effort left in him to spin once more into a frivolous cycle no way to clean the ills of a wasted life too hungry to swim too heavy to float too crushed to care