I sit looking at my life. It is a small bundle of unkempt promises and half realized plans. A lot of gonna’s mixed with a plethora of maybe’s. There is a mess of emotions, a tangle of regrets and a lose of faith. Faith in you, faith in me and I can’t muster the strength to move either way. I am happy, if you and anybody wants to ride over me. Leave me as I wallow in my own misery too tired to do anything other.
Misery to soak in
Should I, maybe, no.