The Perfect Fit

When you are fallen,

You must find your calling,

Or is there another option,

Is there one in which to drop in

We circle around the drain all day,

Wondering if we make sense of the games we play,

Acting like a shit because it’s all I have,

Spiraling down because the way up brings the drudge

The weary and the tired,

Forever together they are wired,

Forgetting where they need to be,

Only living in the muck of eternity

The thoughtless broken hearted

In the mire of things never started,

Stunting growth, and instantly becoming retarded,

Because failure knows your name and soul

At once I had you as a goal,

Now it is nothing more than an ember on a coal,

Lust overcame love for a fleeting moment,

And it was then I forever knew we’d never be whole

Tell me why oh why do I think at night,

It is the reason I begin to drink at night,

Waking up hung over and up,

On to the new day I must trudge

I am not the downtrodden,

I will not be the forgotten,

But there is one thing I cannot forget,

The fact that you and me could be a perfect fit.