Took a lame shot, the one you needed to get in that basket. The pass you needed to find over the mountain. The cold you needed to beat. The ride you needed to hop on. The sock you needed to change.
For a long time, it never happened. Maybe it isn't supposed to, maybe that's the plan. Maybe that's how the steps are leading, how the ripples are flowing. How I know where I will end up. In that hole, the rabbit hole people always chase. Taking a slip, only turning into a failed seeker. To realize it, that the beat is just not there, maybe it is just off. Doesn't matter now, I know it. The beat is just not there. Can't follow it, can't even hear it. The heart pounds but yet the hands are steady. It's a shame and it's a pity because I know all this. Yet, there are no answers. Only just a simple, a simple sentence I cannot finish. Words I don't have. Descriptions that just will not do justice. Alone, hole in what people call the soul. Mind rambling for a reason I know but cannot figure out. Always the last question that I cannot answer. Always, just here. Wherever I go, just here. Here, typing away, words that just can't do it, typing away. Like a mad man, like a crack fiend that just wants to add that extra eye drop. **** it. It's a shame, it's a ******* ******* pity. Here I am, on top of the world. Falling because I jumped for a chance. Chance for that once. Whatever that means, however that sounds, just a chance for that once. Just that once, one time. Just one time. Just one time. Just one time. How I long for that just one time. Alone, waiting for that one time. For that once. Just once. It's a shame, it's a pity. I am here.