Am I just chasing the clouds?
Or shall it be like Napoleon's love,
Tried everything I did,
Unsure I am due to my confidence,
Still she refuses to take me in.

I'm changing faces everyday,
Lucky I am for not being Picasso,
As he would have spread tantalizing colours for his love,
Moving on I'm unsure,
Hoping on I'm starting to lose it,
Destined to be doomed and deserted,
I still can't seem to comprehend.

Life's a wheel,
Only mine's stopped rolling,
Once it was at the bottom.