I've set myself of the highway to success
Got caught in the traffic
Decided to walk
Got bored so I ran
That's where I went wrong
I've always had plans for myself
Sometimes they were big
Other times they were just a nuisance idea
That ricocheted in and out of my mind
I had my moments of fame
Now I'm just a has-been
Sitting at the computer
Reading the work I wish I could enjoy one more time
Drinking whiskey to hide the tears
I came to terms that I'll never be anything
I'll just be the kid with a talent that came and went
Always remembering the moments of fame
I never truly had
I'll never have back
What else to do
When everything I do
Is just like when I write poetry
Bleak and useless