Time goes on the ticking of the strong tock
And in my dark thoughts I feel like I'm stuck
Words have failed to escape my memory
No pennies for my thoughts, more like a buck
I wonder why the talent let me go
Did someone turn the dial so way down low
The wisdom went to find serenity
All I am left with is sleet, hail and snow
The weather shows no kindness to my pen
In limbo I will surf to find my Zen
And bring back my individuality
The sadness lies in the battle of men
I've reached mid-way, there's no turning back now
For there will be no queen who's forced to bow
