The feeling before,
Makes you open the door,
But deep in your heart,
You know it won't add more.
Once you're partly in,
You don't feel the win,
You feel instead quite empty,
Not like you've had plenty,
But rather a waste of your time.
As you try to find the rhyme,
Or reason to carry on,
This connection won't last,
But instead like all chapters,
You're left back at the start.
Such a bad thing?
Not like you could say,
You're merely a passenger,
Along for the ride,
No say in the matter,
Just floating on the tide.
