Aspirations

Untried and untested

One fits nowhere but here in anonymity

There is no birthright no innate guidance

No direction or destination is handed down

Shackles are the one thing free for all

Dead ends and dead lives abound here

And failure obscures all but the immediate

Sweet dreams fall from reach here

Fade from existence fade from sight

They merge with the black in decay and neglect

The surroundings here are sparse and desolate

And life here is grief

But the path leading here is short and simple

It is so like these aspirations

Better ways and better times are bitter memories

Lost lives live here without inspiration or desire

Here is the lowest of places

But do not despair