Wonder In Chaos

"Misaligned"

Why do you still
scrape up the bottom of the barrel
as if you knew all along
what was there
that you might find?
It's getting out of control.
You must stop.
You have been working all day,
seeming like
you got nothing much interesting
than a speck of dust
floating around the galaxy
of your consciousness.
Useless.

Once you find something,
you leave it blue.
It was always there.
Until it starts to wear off.
What a surprise,
your hands starting to fidget,
eyes dilated,
desperately looking
for an almost fading light of adoration,
like a stray dog,
wandering the cold streets of the city
thinking,
that you might have just dropped it
somewhere not far from your line of sight.
Do you deserve such pity?
Not that I know of.

You're the first soul to ignore everything.
The first one to leave everything.
You left them,
not being able to fly.
Now,
you're coming back,
expecting
that you would see them
at the same nest
waiting for you.
You did everything first.

But why,

Why were you the last one to cry?