I seek, I sought thinking wonderous
Let down as moments flow
So very spent my disappointment
As enjoyment went astray
To think a thought of exalted groom
The hurt of mind so come true
Obligation due, but no inspiration
Please, be done, unfurl the gloom
Let us wrap ourselves within its clasp
Time, precious, tips in glass
Spilled, wasted, and swept off boards
Of those who tread upon its grains
Be it known of wasted aggregate
Bottom soul be dragged, stained
Rinse it away, to the river of wonder
But the river of wonder has been drained
Eyes gaze upon time’s wasted grains
We remain firm in the clasp
Of the unfurled gloom
