There seems no sense
There is a sense
Of something relentless
The rhythm is a trap
The pattern is a cage
I feel a strange attraction
To the entropic stage
When you think you’ve had your fill
And the will screams that’s enough
Do you trust that he speaks true?
Or would you just be giving up?
When you know you’ve served your time
That any more would be too much
Do you fear what is uncertain?
Or struggle on?
Trust in love?