I’m not heartless but my heart is a mess
I feel feckless and a little bereft
I’m not stupid but I’m always confused
Living in this longing lack of you
I’m not shiftless but I don’t like to move
Skeptics learn to live without proof
Am I useless in this lacking of purpose
Drowning up here on the surface
Is someone at the door
I keep hearing knocking
Should I answer it
I’ve grown weary of the talking
I’m not hapless but I guess I must confess
Lately I’ve been feeling dispossessed
I’m not edgy but I’m closer to the edge
There’s a bug buzzing circles in my head
I’m not cynical but I think the glass is empty
Wading in this actuality
Am I hopeless feeling this distressed
Worried that hope may have left
Is someone at the door
I keep hearing knocking
Should I answer it
I’ve grown weary of the talking
I’m ready for the stopping