Hollow Compassion

The words you speak 

are but a projection of loneliness

If this way it continues

we will forever be distant

One blindly following another

chases regret to their end

only then may they see

truth is difficult to gain

As time drags us along its humble path

change is bound to occur within

The words of today--do you truly mean them?

Or do they project your longing?

Shall we toil with others?

Even as though it should not be

it may as well be in the end

In this imperfect world

many coat the meaningful truth

in false hope all is well

but what is to wait for?