You have left yourself
chasing something new
giving up that old shell

You want to go back to old ways
sadden for leaving it
wishing on yesteryears
you had done better
and not given up

Thinking of where you could
have been on those tracks
yelling in your mind which
only echos back at you
even louder, allowing you
to find the emptyness in all
that you were just working for

You reason with yourself
but what reason is there
in blaming the boat when
the winds have left it?