I guess at times it’s beyond my control,
I don’t even relate to how I play my own role.
Albeit I’ve done so much worse before,
It’s this time my inefficiency shall roar.

It seems the harder I try,
The more the air becomes poisoned and dry.
When it seems they’re just fastidious,
I stop and realize it may be me, it must.

Although yonder the sun may be,
A consistent shine I shall not see.
As I gather such a morbid feeling,
I pray for the enlightening revealing.

I cry as I lay curled up like a ball,
Thinking I truly have no one after all.
Levee is a must as my tears flow,
I long and pray for love as I grow.
 
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