Now, and then

Every now, and then
     I sit and think, and write
I cant sit and think, and write
     For long
But I try.

And I fail.

Theres blood somewhere there.
There are tears, I swear.

But that emotion is blinded by the world.
Muted by money.
Measured by a hopeless system.
Raped by judgement.
Littered with remnants of something great, but something not yet satisfying.

Then comes hope.
Then comes love.
But not before,
And not after,
despair.

So let me clear the air.
I'm neither right, I'm definitely not wrong.
But I'm walking without sight and without mind.

To a place I'll never find, and one I'll never mind.

So listen to these words, or not.
But know I look to you, because I've lost all I got.