The Lonely Hour

Not everything rhymes
Not everything has to
Of all that is bright
And what hides in darkness
The loving
The hiding
The living
The Binding
It hurts us not
To follow a purpose
To quell our minds dullness
And to find our own fullness.

Of sentences
Of words
All strung together like beads
Perhaps when this is all over
We'll have
a masterpiece.