Meant to Do, 2

See previous entry for real thoughts.  This is what I’ve accomplished in my sad, pathetic loneliness.

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I’ve spent my life all alone in my head.

When will I grow up and stop acting dead?

See the world, see something clean, something new.

That is what I have always meant to do.

 

But see, I’ve tried.  And I always fail.

Ship can’t go, has no sail.

What path to take? Bid the world an adieu?

That is what I have always meant to do.

 

I’ve spent my life waiting for life to start.

Feel the blood in my veins and the beat of my heart.

Be happy and free ’til my days are through.

That is what I have always meant to do.

 

But see, I’ve tried.  And I’ll always fail.

Ship can’t go, has no sail.

What choice to make? Bid the world an adieu?

That is what I have always meant to do.

 

I’ve spent my life searching for my own end,

even though death’s not what I really intend.

At day’s end, though, I fear that this is true:

Death is all that I’m ever meant to do.