No use

There's no use Trying to clean 'til it shines There's always something out of line You know I see you walk about Your fear of fading out The flailing hope that if you mend the mess You could be someone else There's no time Only the one that came and went The season of you discontent Over and over again In your dreams They always call your name You never make it to the train You keep on running And are you sure The one you're seeking's still the same You know a lot more about shame Than about cunning There's no punch you throw That ever finds a face Think you're ready for battle With open fly and shoes unlaced ? There's no rush Your shining hour of some kind With stars and armies well aligned Shall come Over and over again Over and over