stupid words.

at the end of the day, when all is done,
i wait for you, sometimes you come.
sometimes you don't, i never know.

i don't know why, its just a thing,
no meaning, story, anything.
a single dancer without a show.

a stupid hope, an unwise dream,
at odds with reality, so it seems.
will probably pass, like the wind that blows.

spinning words that fall from the sky,
that are over-dramatic, but not really a lie,
move like the tide with its ebb and flow.


floating, floating away.