Working for nothing

Out of motivation, tired of working for nothing.
All this dedication conspired against me.
There is an ocean of retired hope inside leaving.
Like hand lotion that only does hide the faults.
Out of emotion, which used to guide us, threw.
We needed a new direction, why’d it run from us?

How was all this for absolutely nothing?
This new hall is mostly empty like yourself.
You want to fall because surely nothing is here for you.
But like a birdcall we always wake you.

You’re tired of waking to sunlit skies and tempest insides.
Few admired your strength and wit.
They knew you wanted out every bit of it.
I drew from you all I needed to sit and cry for.

Nothing you did brought you anything
Something you sought left the world long ago
How you still fought for an old happy feeling
I know you will naught succeed
That’s what the other side of me tells me.
He’s right but I can’t decide if hells past.