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

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