Wandering aimlessly, the times seems to be fast approaching where giving up is the only option, all that is left in what a land of promise and serenity. Slowly, hope drains away, like watching rain water flow away. To where it's all going, who knows? All you know, is that it's flowing away, draining away. You can just sit there and listen to the rain. It's all that is left. With the rain goes all the hopes and dreams once so prevalent and invincible. Once upon a time, it was a mere formality. Now, it's hardly a memory. We should be so lucky, the memory is the only fossil that remains. What is left is a sad reminder of what happens when you sit back and play a starring role in your own demise.