Lifeless Poem by Phil Soar

I set myself a target, to last my whole life through
And now I'm at a crossroads, and I don't know what to do
I'm lying in a wooden box, about to burst in flames
And people are all praising me, and I don't know their names

Right now my mind is nowhere, and my bodies just a vessel
The box is standing isolated on a wooden trestle
I didn't quite reach my target, and have fallen by the way
I'm lifeless with no prospects, and am leaving here today