My heart is the home of squandered potential, Depression sets in, Cement the state and fall away into my usual state of mind.
The mirror I trod upon is the unfalling foe, Introspection's regressions feed the deathless ranks of anxieties, With but nothing left to say, Nary a hopeless smile althewhile.
Pop another pill to drown tomorrow's sorrows, With today's having a long way yet to go.