Harvest

Finally you've done the endless thoughts

Believe that every step is guiding homewards

But all of your endeavours have become

To an worthless word

Unsaid for long

And you creep and crawl

On your barren soil

You 've been caught

In your own sowed spore

And so deep you are

At your dreary shores

There is nothing to glean

In a lonesome dream

Now you're standing right upright ashore

Proud of your work you have done before blinded by the irony you swore

To an worthless word

Unsaid for long