My life is unpredictable,
Its not something easily read.
It's like words scribbled on a page,
And songs stuck inside your head.

It entices me,
Hooks me in like a punch line.
And when everything going good,
It kicks in and everything is not fine.

Words stuck in my head,
Mummbled about.
Stuck on this page,
And constantly scribbling out.

Ideas,
Words,
Lover,
Colour.

Only to redraw the picture,
To then destroy it again.
So much effort wasted,
Just to find a friend.

We find things in life but still,
My life is random as ****.
These thing we find we lose again,
I think I'm just out of luck.