Can you tell me why
I have suddenly lost
What was confidence
In my voice?
Is the answer simple,
Was it a myth to begin?
Was I blind,
Was I drinking straight gin?
I don't believe it's true
Which means for all of you
Nothing and nothing again
The one tale I cannot prove.
Just keep the rhythm going
Perhaps I will wake up
Only to question where I'm going
And spit in a paper cup.
Back and forth I wander
Wearing down my brain
I'll need new shoes by morning
Or I'll have to catch the train.
I doubt it is sincere
This crippling crutch of mine
A depth it lacks
And heart it attacks
Yet still it won't learn to rhyme.
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