Never Ending

A cup of coffee, a cigarette...
Some time to dream, and to forget
the way life goes, around and down
(like ashes, floating to the ground).

Of burnt-out hopes and futile tries,
to make it better with anguished cries...
of people all alone, who
have only walls to tell their troubles to.
But walls can't hear and walls can't speak
(hot flowing tear on burning cheek).

The thoughts go round and round again,
in a never-ending chain...
and where Hope once lived
now lives Pain.