I’m a wretch and a wreck
I’m a messy dot and crooked speck
Cover my tracks and don’t look back
I’m a hurricane with a panic attack

Hold my tongue and give no lip
Raise my fists and shake my hips
Down that road? No! I’ve already been
Increased my debts, and tripled my sin

I can walk on back or I can walk away
Nothing can keep my troubles at bay
This whole time, pursuing the fool’s errand
Love’s in a coma, and life is a desert barren

I looked at the forest, but disappeared in the trees
I followed the waterfall, but drowned in the seas
I jumped in the desert, but sunk in the sand
I played all the music, but got cut from the band
I wrote every word, but got twisted in the plot
I swam after the bait, but I never got caught

A victor? A victim? A felon? A freak?
A trough. A travesty. A penalty. A peak.
One million hopeful ‘Hail Mary’s’ I gave
But it was my dreams that dug my grave


Loveland, CO ¦¦  August 23, 2019

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