Despair

Running in circles
chasing after the impossible,
can you be?, can you think?, can you do without hope?
Can you do?, can you think?, can you be with barely enough of it?

That's probably the worst:
that when there's nothing left, you still hope, you still care.
And you cling to the reflection of those things not yet gone
because you never had them.

And you call them tomorrow.
And you call them perhaps.
And you call them, and call them, and seek them...
And you chase them,
running in circles,
pretending you had never felt this despair before.