Wasted

This is the end for me.

I’ve wasted my days

Searching for the non-existent being. 

The desire to find it,

Overshadowed time.

And now, i stand on the sandy shore

As the water run to the meet my feet

I think back on everything I gave up for this.

And for it to be nothing but a figment

It makes me think of the wasted hours.

The hours I spent slaving away at the machine 

The days that passed by and I still hadn’t greeted the sky.

The time I spent locked away from oxygen. 

Locked away from living, just for it to be nothing in the end.

My entire existence was based on a lie 

And now, I am at the end of the lie.