What a Shame

[escodaiichi]

Wishing and digging
Only finding dirt
Not at all the thing we wanted
Thick and foul-smelling

Forever, it seemed
On and on
Running each handful
Grabbing at sticks and stones
Everything worthless
Thrown away

Yellow, brown, and gray
Only rocks, no real value
Under each one, another chance
Reaching further and further

Lifting each stone
In the hope of joy, yet
Ending in disappointment
Such a waste of time.