Finalnosity

We all hope to travel down
the path that leads to love
but few of us find it
We wine and dine and dance
to a tune that only we
can hear
If by chance we connect
with someone so inclined
to partner with us
there's no guarantee of it lasting
So round the spiral staircase
we lead ourselves - alone
No one contenplates forever...
anymore
Seems like others just live
for a fleeting whim of
fleshly inducement
an addition to the scrapbook
of fading fantasies
So, why bother dreaming
and hoping for love
Just engage in idle chit chat
grab a rumble and
tumble through the sheets
and move on to the next
jut into ones chest of memories
For as we look behind
all we'll find is a series
of injections from our
heart to our mind
into the wasteland of past travels
So be it...let go...no more