am i just an empty chalice, faux gold and colored glass for show, scarred and dented by my trials that i failed, left alone somewhere somewhere out in the cold

there was a story told to me when i was a kid, something something good will always win, but that something something must have been a lie, something something i tried to forget

am i just another washed up failure, just another notch on life’s bedpost, is there really a path out of this maze, someplace someplace i can go

can i speak directly to your heart, somehow somehow reach into your soul, whisper the right set of syllables, rattle you all the way to your bones

someone somewhere said something, somehow someplace something somewhat died, but i’m nowhere near and nothing, no words no matter how i try

and everything is everywhere with everyone, even when that nothing draws no one, am i just a plastic cup that no one wants, something something that’s gone away