another empty day on Promised Land

There has to be more to it than this
There has to be more to it than this endless stream of eagerly-awaited Friday afternoons, meaningless relationships with meaningless people, and nothing to show for the disappointment of today but the promise of disappointment tomorrow

There has to be more
More than the constant questions with no answers and the head shaking, eye closing, sigh breaking blackness of constantly not knowing

There has to be more than the bitter taste of contempt for every lost or unrealized dream and the knowledge that settling now passes for the goal

The fire’s out, it seems
Passion doesn’t fit in this skin,
And as time ebbs and flows, so too the reality that this is all we have, time is all there is

There has to be more
There has to be more to laugh about
There has to be more to love
There has to be more to dream about
There has to be the possibility, no matter how remote, that those dream will come true

This can’t be it,

There has to be more