Split Sides

Walking Away Quietly

It's a cruel thing

To have worked so hard for something

And then having to see

That it's all for naught.

Precious time and energy,

Faded to ashes.

What was it all for?

What was the point

If this monument being built

Turned out to stand on quicksand?

What was the goal of it all?

Was it to be a white elephant all along?

Or some project of prestige

That changed very little on the ground?

'Cause it's such a demoralising thing to see

How everything that was made

Turned out to be a waste of time

For everybody involved.

No reason for it all,

Just a journey of folly,

Where everyone involved

Should have been walking away quietly

Instead of building this Tower of Babel

That found little use for anything.