Sitting alone in a chair not a throne

Ideas spewing like ooze under a city

Spinning a web, a line and a ditty

Yet still alone

 

Offering everything to give

Somethings just got to give

Yet unreciprocated

To be unmet and unloved

 

Forward thinking but sinking all the same

Life's but a ruin if left untamed

An endevour to help, exuding calm

But there's no answer, no energy and no alarm

 

Unqaulified and dismissive, static and passive

Left to fester and rot

To study life's untangled knot