So It Goes

Deep in the heart of nowhere,
My soul seeks its theme.
From the forests of magical lands,
And the shores of Mirador,
I seek the elusive dream.

My spirit is the pale scented rose.
Time and again, so it goes, so it goes.

I drift along and try not to care.
Hope, love and ambition but memes.
Hot desert winds stir the Sahara sands.
I’ll travel this way no more,
For life is not what it seems.

My soul is wilting like the autumn rose.
And so it goes, so it goes.

A sigh is but a ripple in a sea of despair,
And reality is the glister that no longer gleams.
My life but fine grains slipping through my hands.
Who I am, I want no more,
Like cast-off childhood dreams

Life and death wear each other’s clothes,
And so it goes, so it goes.