Lost

Its not the first time, it wont be the last
her future her passions dont bother to ask

the feeling of regret, the moments of loneliness
theres nothing more that could be casually expressed

no time for change, for a new beginning
this is where she is mornfully waiting

she will find herself deep within
a hit once or twice to an old beginning end

she will rest underneath,
silently sleep.
for her dreams had no meaning just as her life had seemed.