In the ebb and flow of life's relentless tide,
I thought I glimpsed a glimmer, a moment to abide.
Yet here I am, back on the same worn track,
Where food loses flavor, and books lack.

Sleep evades, a distant lover's embrace,
Leaving me to wander in this restless space.
Forcing each step, each morsel to consume,
As if existence itself were a burdensome tomb.

But...