The Union

The ghosts of failure have always called to me
but only recently have i started answering
where once there was nothing but pale white mists
i'm starting to see myself in their emptiness

the union always looks empty without sunlight
behind concrete tables you can sleep off the night
the captain will beckon you back to the world
give you breakfast for your journey homeward

too bad that this is all there ever will be
i was hoping for a while there was more I didn't see
something important to make life worth more
now i don't know what i was waiting for