End of the Line.

Worthless treasures
Effort futile
Drifting on
With nary a smile

Desperately reaching out
Struggling against time
Requests become statements
Each movement a crime

Increasingly cynical
Doubtful of intention
Wary of anything
In the shadows
Wondering, hiding
Fearful what the day might bring

Simplicity is of the essence
Yet complexity is but divine
Mind blocks rise strong and tall
It's the end of the line.