Indecision is the enemy,
This rocking chair moves what’s left of me.
Oh, how I hate accountability,
Please take this plate of responsibility,
I refuse to let go of expectancy,
So I’ll stay in this state of misery,
For some time…
You say the sky is blue, but right now it’s a mean grey.
The clouds are angry and there heading this way.
I need more than an umbrella to guard this torn heart.
I need a new start.
So wash me away…