Wondering Why...

Hours fly by, wondering by,
Sitting alone; feeling dismay approaching my way,
Melancholy music washing waves of thoughts away,
Wondering why
Those hours today spent toiling in pain
With no end in sight
Makes it hard to decide,
Wondering why
Those choices today what role will they play,
All this time working, working all day
To have no real hope just to look good outside
But have no goal, just steer along
As a ship run aground; still pushing on
Yet pride being gone it ceases to battle
Strength seeps away as it lays in dismay,
Winds having their way,
Salt irritating wounds
That time has attempted to cleanse, yet in vain,
All alone it remains with its immense pain
And no sense of direction
With a feeling of rejection
But that is as well just another senseless loss of direction
Yet a glance to horizon
And to see just one sail in the distance
However far missing
It would have no objection
For someone to reach out and alleviate this feeling…
This utter loss of direction…