Like the aimlessly blowing wind,
a mindlessly blooming flower,
I thoughtlessly made my choices
inconsiderate of my inner voices.

Like the endlessly walking time,
the tirelessly flowing water,
I needlessly wasted my hours
hoping your change for good.

My presence to you, nothing grand,
but a caged canary, beautifully planned,
singing, awaiting your petty treats
within the confines of your deceit.

People drift from mundane lives,...