Lake of Sadness

We wander through the shallows of this pond
So still and stagnant, here we trudge again
And chase the shadows of a dream beyond
But darkness leads to darkness in the end

The air sits heavy in our weary lungs
What little light is left dims in our hearts
And idle chatter dances off our tongues
In hopes that we may see the gloom depart

“Shut up you fools! Do you hear yourselves speak?
Of blackness, darkness, gloom and all the rest?
This is no pond, your roof has sprung a leak!
So get it fixed! Quit sounding so depressed!”

This lake of sadness spreads in no great rush
Oh why does this keep happening to us!