descent into what ?

Descent into what?
By james a. galgano

Where do our lies come forever to rest within nervous nest?
No matter how many eggs been hatched in whose hopes rely.
Forever may be such a long time from here when we never meet.
Tomorrow is often a word for never where dreams remain incomplete.
Perhaps we hope too much for more than our lonely eyes now ever see.
Perchance we are forever left alone in our sorrow forever known as destiny.
Yet what if hopes rekindled could ever be aroused to gather our rosebuds today
Would we take up the cause with grandeur or be left alone in dismay?
Often life so bewilders it gathers us like moss upon rolling rock downhill in time.
There destination is never known yet often wanted to await like dominoes decline.