trivial

Words fail, when the heart sprints incessantly

Falling upon deaf ears, for that question unanswered

Maybe in a forlorn reality thrown into the chasm of life

I hold a morsel, remaining untouched, unconsumed.

But for now I am a footnote, those disparate minutiae

Informative, but utterly irrelevant, meaningless in this moment

Yet in this barren conduit, find comfort in the faceless crowd

You might find me, here, where I have always been

all this time.