Twelve Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

I don’t know why your goals seem so elusive to achieve
I can’t say when your dreams became too earnest to believe
I’m not sure why you always pick these fights that you can’t win
I wish I had some tips to help you feel like you fit in
I’m sorry I can’t tell you why your heart’s so uninspired
I haven’t got an answer that explains how you’re so tired
But as for why you wake each day with no hope of reprieve
Well, that one’s pretty easy: ’Cause this fucking guy won’t leave