Truly Lost

I am merely a man who lays bricks,
For a future layed on sticks,
Intensions lead to hopes with time,
For my hardwork is but nothing,
Not fruitful;nor useful;nor mine,


The lessons learned offer no site,
The effort given no might,
There is only sacrifice in the end,
Once in the begining and present,
Forever there ready to mend,
For all the broken tomorrows that are sent,


I am just blowing in the wind with no destination nor begining.