Bad Luck

I’ve been staring back at you With nothing to say You’ll watch me sit and overthink With no words for the page Some kind of wall we try to build It’s a troublesome age and I fear of standing up alone With no songs for the stage I’ve reached the top of the mountain The hours it spent Somehow cloud cover had fallen No view of anything How would you even know Of any beauty down below The summit was condensation and wind Which isn’t fulfilling You can see a light in my heart The pieces I have yet to place To form something I’m yet to face The smallest thing I can’t seem to kick A smoker stuck on nicotine The honeybee necking coffee drinks Can you feel the moment of truth We’re hanging on their every word Preaching gospel yet unheard Please don’t let this worry me more I’m getting greyer every day Soon I’ll have nothing to say I hope it kickstarts everything I hope it kickstarts everything I think I’m bout due for a win I think it’s about time that I won The Mets are looking at 30 years The Panthers have nothing to fear Maybe it will be their year Maybe it will be their year Maybe it will be my year Or maybe it will be just more bad luck --- Bad Luck - Adam Barnes