Pointless Tale

Let me tell you a story
Where nothing happened
Just a book with blank pages
Passed down through weary ages

It begins with a bang
And ends with a shriek
Nothing greater than it appears
And the end is always near

It’s about your wasteful being
And a foolhearted dream
That dark corners could recede
And your head, not heart, could lead

Longer than you’d care to know
A thousand days to come and pass
And you won’t make it half way there
Trapped in a thousand-yard stare

Never a reason to continue
Except morbid curiosity
Consume yourself in a pointless tale
And you’ll lose your own tired trail