My round of ammunition seems to have run it’s course and I don’t know what to do anymore
I thought there was a whole lot more to come but really there is not
Seems I missed the boat entirely; fell by a thousand waysides
Too much time on my hands, not knowing what to do
Choosing my every word oh so carefully ’til I somehow manage to snare the correct somebody
In more ways than one
Drum up the courage, weaponry, the blasted ability to go all over again
There really does need to be other things out there for me and not just this pen
Find my zen? That’s just the thing, I’ve found it a thousand times before and now I need to sound it out to all and sundry
The last time I smiled? Miles back, way back when on a trip all of it’s own
Somebody else getting to reap the nostalgic, bellyaching benefits
Split between my life with OCD and what could’ve, it has become glaringly obvious to me, really should’ve been
Was it all stolen away, or am I part to blame for my own demise, my own atrocious bucket of drenched shame?
I think I’ve probably said too much already
Steady now, dear boy, you’re just one such toy in this game of win and lose