Negativity prying at my mind
Scared shitless of change
Take me in your embrace
Failure one endless race
An ode to self pity
Must be buried
But where?
I'm running out of space...

Despairing that you'll ditch me
Once you figure out my motus operandi
I promise to behave
Won't take your hospitality for granted
As I hide beneath the covers
Asking a thousand times
If I should have stayed
In my destined place
Guess we'll never know
But today...

Rise up and seize the day
Seeing new faces some smiling
Growling, meancing, indifference
But must remember that I
Ain't first or the last
To unveil the unknown journey
I've been through worse
Consult my publicist for the details
The old me was getting stale
As we roll out another cliche
That happiness deep is taking chances
Sometimes going against the prevailing winds
Damaged from regret
Som ask me for an assessment
Once I've been delivered from this
State of shock...

P-Oct 11, 2008.