Cast in the Pattern

I’m just the letter lost and better left unfound
The vessel of redemption cut loose and run aground
I am the messenger that never made a sound
Right now i might as well be lost in reverie
No cause left for the consciousness you ever could call me
Content with defeat i tell myself that this is who i am
That i planned to be this apathetic
A pathetic lack of plans, i’ll resign with but a sigh
Forget there ever was a reason why
I was trying to be something
In a home that doesn’t want me
It’s better being nothing
When it’s all i’ve ever been
Right now i might as well be lost in reverie
No cause for the consciousness you ever could call me
I would rather die than live with what i’ll never become