So sad I sit and read.
Not something of a holy creed.

I must go on there is no choice.
If I linger in the past no one will hear my voice.

If I go towards the future it could be great,
but right now getting there is something I hate.

The present is all I have to comfort my soul,
but right now the present is leaving a giant hole.

The future may fill that gap.
I wish I could know that in a snap.

I feel alone and in a hole,
but my friends are here to comfort my soul.

I am in a pit with an inviting elevator.
It has a broken button and close by is a dumbwaiter.

The elevator appears brand new.
While the dumbwaiter simply looks askew.

It may be crooked and old,
but the elevator is broken and cold.

This pit is deep and dark.
It has already left its mark.

For now the dumbwaiter is slow and steady.
Perhaps when I reach the top I will finally be ready.