The starting over all again,that frame of 'oh, no never mind'
the lame dog cry, and once was not enough, but why?
Pandora with her silver locks can take away her diamond box, I have no need to look within and once again I start the praying game,the waiting never came, so much remains the same as how it was the other time,where cats with nine lives jive with counting beans,again it seems my mind floats off.

The start again, a pain I know,should I really go or stay and does it matter in the long run anyway?
No one tells me anything,I've got to bring my almanac,an Oxford concise to be more precise and all fails me in this hour of my obscurity, when the future clouds above my head and was I, was I not once dead?,the Oxford cannot tell me that.
I close it flat and look again, to start, to part the curtains of more pain and you've outguessed me, because I thought it would be the same,
who changed the plot?
who took the black spot from my hand?
Stand and deliver unto me,
send in the cavalry, but again how frugal they sold the bugle and the shoes the horses need.
I wander once again.