Running after shadows
Scouring off the rust
Clinging fast to dreams
As they slowly turn to dust.

Words once lightly spoken
Still echo on the breeze
Carrying over miles-
And miles and piles of memories.

Playing at creation
Making mockery of sense
Soiling now the fantasies,
And recollection of past tense.

Time flies, goodbyes
Helloes and 'how are you's
Running round in circles,
Futility, greys and blues.

Abruptness is one ending
Unfinished is a word
Fleeting time is just one problem,
Exhaustion's another I've heard.