Ceaseless, unweary, tireless streams
Of joys, of hate, of daylight dreams
In a relentless, wistful pursuit of eternity
A broken heart full of love, of sublime self pity
Endless moments trapped in a vile race
The finish line dotted with many a torn face
When does enough mean its over, the inevitable end?
Perhaps when the heart’s done loving and the path turns a bend.