And though I tried to find
The things that I had lost
Swirling down the drain
Valued at little cost
And from the hell I've built
For myself and all my friends
You remain as I start tying up loose ends.
And I'm trying to get past you
I failed and remained on through
Steadfast but no longer still
I'm hoping for you I will
Old easter baskets
Plastic grass resisting change
Weaving fibers interlocking just the same
Misplaced hooks in concrete walls
A crown of thorns
Despite your apathy I held you in my arms