stupidity looms itself,
over my weary head,
recounting all the things i've said,
wondering what i've done wrong,
and if this is going to take long,
asking myself if i can do it,
and will it be worth it to go through it,
am i allowed to change my mind again?
what will it mean then?
if i don't know where i'm going,
but i know that for now i've stopped,
can i get back the ball i dropped?
i hate this fork in the road,
that's got me lost,
when i thought i was found;
i thought i was fine,
should i be buying time instead of killing it?
when i've got an empty head,
and none of this is filling it?
what am i doing here?
nothing right, - i fear,
what have i gotten into,
was i really listening to You?
