I go moving, from place to place.
Only looking, with the same face.
I remember trying since that day.
Yet failing the same, in every way.
So forgetting that, and moving on,
Seeking elsewhere, from dusk til dawn.
I let myself down, a second time,
Such failure I hate, again to mime.
Great sorrow weighted me down til now.
This time, not to give up, is what I vow.
Written May 13, 2002