Ain't no hope for this restless soul.

My work is the only piece I find whole.

The rest of me I am yet to see.

The rest of me needs to get away from me.

My bitter past is holding me back.

Future needs to be fixed, stacked on a rack.

Maybe next year I'll find a better replacement of you.

Or I can start this year,  while my beers are still cold and new.