Its because beauty loses its beauty
Joy loses its joy
There is no desire
There is no future
Inside the mind where the path has always wound
Around the corner
There is no want for something more
There is no unopen door
The cock has crowed
The deeds all done
There is nowhere to run
And sleep has been
And to be again
Is a repeat one too many times
The longing has been longed
The promise has been detained
A burning deferred
The fires all burned
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The brains all rust
The smile
No lust.