Today a darkling cloud flew over me, rained its rain and soaked it deep
Is half a whole better than a whole half, the very thought made me laugh
A whole half is what I seek, and today I feel so limp and weak
Never a poet or playwright of conviction, never a journo exposé of a states affliction
Slave to mammon and of convention, tired soldier of no conviction
The strings under my fingers learn so slow, my inner strengths refuse to show
Afraid to pass a properties gate, stumbling over another glass to a state
Cant quite see what you see in me, cant quite remember where I want to be
The home I try so hard to make, its walls crumbling in some silent quake
The ties that bind me to this place, the failure and the fall from a phantsied grace
Unable to walk the path I chose to take, unsure and lost with all at stake