Ownsome

It’s like bee stings
Broken bike chains
Empty weekends
Such is my frustration
You’re dead in my mind
I loose the kite strings
Not naturally forgiving
Slow clock watchers
Know my longing
Inspiration
Nothing
Do you think it just happens?
Do you think you just fall out of the way?
Do you think they won’t notice?
Do you think it just happens?
It’s hardly worth my time
And who knows why I try
Is there a point I’m missing?
I have the illusion of success
Cubicle, coffee, paper mess
I have the illusion of success
Success