wrack

There's no solution to any of this. 
So far away from whatever's bliss.
Innocence taking the greatest hits 
and forging ahead as ignorance.

Naïve or jaded, falling to bits, 
or holding together in aching 
cracks. All of the facts are piling up
to falling down, and everything
fits into many lacks. But,

we know.

We remember, 
and see the gleams.
This is the same world,
however it seems.

It's all stretched out now
and falling in. There's nothing 

to do but end and begin.