I'm a sinking ship.
Don't try to grab hold 
or you'll just wind up on the bottom
like me.
We've all got our own lives to live,
and I've tried as I could
to stand high and be all I 
could be.

I thought I could fix anything
and never fear what Fate may bring.
I forgot what really controls 
how we live: the blind dark choices
of probability.
Each repair and adjustment were exercises in futility.  
There were no great strides,
only lies and deceptions that 
feigned possibility 
of a better, peaceful, jovial life.

Now chaos reigns supreme.
I fought with every fibre of my being
but what did any of it mean?
Nothing.  Progress only counts if
it survives the tests of time.
But everything fell apart,
disintigrated.
Evaporated.
Now I'm left with much less hope
Than ever I had at the start.