QUICKSAND MEMORY

I struggle to recall meaningless words,
like trying to capture sounds in glass
They're so fragile and so distant,
an already vanished child.

It's fruitless work.
Yet still,

Bygone desire, I'm chasing it, let's reignite it--
Even if we must distort the vision to fit, I'll hold it
Outdated love, I'm chasing it, like a mist consuming a maze--
The closer it gets to my bottle, the more it eludes me.

Bygone desire, I'm chasing it, I flick the lighter--
As long as I can just keep my hands right here
Wasted genius, I'm chasing more, yet it doesn't exist--
I never cared who you are, only your moniker. Your moniker of "love"

It's meaningless.
Yet still,

So I hold onto this emptiness,
a vase without its flowers
It would be better if I could just drop it, but I can't
Because a miracle will surely come soon

No, I have to let go
Because the more you try to struggle, the more it pulls you in.