Being Away is vacation
Coming home to vocation
All the time lost, wasted
So many moments constrained

Lost, lost, lost is the whim
Found is the voice
Deepest regret
Meets inevitable choice

Screaming down receivers
Chewing the fat,
I was hoping for greatness
How tragic is that?

Nightmares come quietly
Whilst shouting in sleep
I address them quite calmly
As they sneakily creep

If you stop for a second
Then you'll never get started
Just keep chipping away
Please don't get disheartened

So we keep all the form
Whilst removing the strain
Always aware,
That knowing is pain.

Knowing is something,
And that's all it is,
If we could only stop knowing
We'd really ****.

But whizzing is cheap
And cheapness is poor
I feel a lot richer,
Asleep on the floor.