Each Distant Year...!

Ritual days,

      Wake to appease, Fit the appearance, Sleep in the drowning absence of dreams, Just to ease... Walk through the hideous faceless gossip damaged unpleasantness, Brought on by the gifting of fractured debt inconclusive hopefulness, About a future you'll never conclusively see, In actual goodness of facts it's been sinking since you embraced this path... 

      Once again the forte of cleverness ekes insidiously in, You're never supposed to be... Like them, Living under a tide of greed instead of obtaining daily the abundance of more loving eyes, In sober moments; there's regret...

In lieu of our participation in,
Sleep dredge of the hive; walking