Envisioning a road I'm not meant to walk along.
Acting as a misdemeaning pawn.
Trying to tread a path,
without undertaking wrath.
From ghostly figures,
who are quick to trigger,
emotions long left in the past.
Simply because they couldn't last.

Wouldn't take my own advice.
The reason...that's my vice.
Treading in the footsteps of giants,
leaves you less than defiant.

Wasn't able to define,
that effervescent line.
So now I'm left to pine,
stutter then whine.

There's no resolution here to discover,
because no ones quite that cleaver.
Maybe it's more about nothing,
or perhaps a smudge of something.
Sorry, I don't really know,
ask my friend on blow.
The answers could be more efficient,
in the form of a breakthrough rant.

Really I'm done now,
it's all I can allow.
This has gone on far too long.
Destroyed a simple 4 bar song.
So with all good adieu,
I say bye to you.