Vicissitude

And all that remains
Are the questions I ask myself
The interrogation will continue
Long after the time of you

And all that remains
Is the sceptic that is me
Exposed and irrelevant
I served my purpose

And the journey was great
But I never left the place you started from
It took the good times and the bad
But I never knew the difference
And the taste in my mouth
Isn’t so pleasant after all

And all that remains now
Is the doubt
My footsteps faultering, my words uncertain
Disbelieving only in myself

And the journey was great
But I never left the place you started from
And the end was just a mirage
That I would never get to see or grasp
It took the good times and the bad
But I never knew the difference
And the taste in my mouth
Isn’t so pleasant after all