Sunday, September 4, 2011

I always seem to be approaching
but I never seem to arrive

I don't know what worse fate
is in store for me

but all I do seems to be for nothing
(or at best for anyone but myself)

and maybe that's for the best
I certainly can't find any way

to make better all I've wrecked
with my good intentions

and everywhere else I go looks much like
every place I've left behind

oh Lord of torment and boredom
I offer you this half-assed prayer

of desperate atonement for who but You
knows how or what or why

and maybe that's for the best
since everywhere I go is almost here

always approaching
but never arriving

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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