Incoherent elucidation

Nothing is free
hard to see
your lies to me
seasons change
lives are born
death takes it
things that are
soon to be 'were'
promises sworn

Nothings known
still there's hope
hard to feel
chances are
fragile lives
incoherent thoughts
confused now?
hold my hand

Nothing is as it seems
conclusions made
lives altered
assumptions lead
swallows whole
committed?

Nothing is what it use to be
still images
nostalgic
cant repeat
not a street
cant walk

Take the time
bring meaning
not another rhyme