keoko

Flopped

Finding that I'm not good anymore
hurts worse than someone chopping
off my ear while I'm listening
to music played over and over.
Words never flow this easily
and thoughts provoke weird
dreams that are reality but
only in the subconsious.
Somewhere along the way I've
been lost and wondered off
the beated path, will someone
ever find me or will I wonder
aimlessly among the trees
and keep going around in the
same damn circle for the rest
of my meaningless life.