For want of a better plan
for the wish I was a better man
What I proved I could go on and on
but something that was here is gone
or is it just a dip, a clock pendulum
or could I get it back with a little strum, strum, strum
or maybe it was always an illusion
you can imagine my earnest confusion
vague feelings make a bland pie
sick today feel mostly past by
and stubborn enough not to fake a wrap up
One more bitter treat for the crows to snap up
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