my arrow misses the target and points to something dark,
i just always seem to loose my spark.
i just don't know how its supposed to work.

i have once again lost my mind
and long ago went blind,
leaving all the easy things behind.

i wanted to loose a bottle in the sea
a long lost hope to set myself free
i never expected to actually send the plea

and now it is all around me.

i had never waited for those things
i always felt like i was falling without wings
i dont properly remember a time
when i hadnt been compelled to rhyme

i have always been waiting
my head just aching
i dont really know what it feels like
not to be waiting for a strike