Fruitless Efforts

A weary soul, a mind adrift in haze,

Spent hours toiling in endless maze.

No fruits of labor, no reward in sight, 

Just shadows lengthening in fading light.

The day unfolds, a barren, empty stage,

Where hope once danced, now shadows rage.

A phantom victory, a hollow chase,

For in this desert, I find no grace.

My eyelids droop, a heavy, leaden weight,

Yearning for slumber, to escape this fate.

But sleep evades, as thoughts replay,

The fruitless efforts of this endless day.