EMPTY GLASS

Meaningless words,
from a meaningless soul
trapped in a world
with nowhere to go.

When all of our heroes
are dead or alcoholic,
is it any wonder
I feel melancholic?

Life is a journey,
I'm told, not a destination,
but all of my worries
just lead me to frustration.

When you're alone
and no one seems to care,
wherever you go,
you wish you weren't there.

You review life
from the bottom of a glass,
and you see the lies
they fed you in your past.

You resolve to sit
and watch the world pass you by,
but you can never quit,
or let your soul die.

If only my words
could touch just one soul,
then maybe they heard
the promise life holds.