Harvest

	Finally you've done the endless thoughts
	Believe that every step is guiding homewards
	But all of your endeavours have become
	To an worthless word
	Unsaid for long
	And you creep and crawl
	On your barren soil
	You 've been caught
	In your own sowed spore
	And so deep you are
	At your dreary shores
	There is nothing to glean
	In a lonesome dream
	Now you're standing right upright ashore
	Proud of your work you have done before blinded by the irony you swore
	To an worthless word
	Unsaid for long