Foolish stupid me!
The chance I crave,
Has come and passed me by I rave.
All because of a habit I couldn't off stave.
That was my ticket out.
Instead all I have is ouch!
For all that strive,
All I have is strife
Hopefully opportunity circles back,
And I won't be here stuck.
Awash with self loathe,
For being enslaved by the froth,
And being buddies with sloth,
How did I get here
After all I see and hear?
I told myself I'll be better someday,
Well,
that day must be today
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NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
