Hardly Di Rigeur

This cliff I constantly fall off
And climb back on
Losing my mind for
A thought that would give me some clarion

Under false pretenses 

In the absence of joy 
A hardly toy
Left in the pedestal of the forgotten

Then there’s one line that turns it all off to taste awful
One thread to pull, the rest unravels
A slight hit on the momentum
Then you’re out of control

A vast build of empirical emptiness
The fill the void, struggling
Is what it’s worth
At least, its meaning