Surrounded though I be
Most see only what they want
Or maybe what they need
Still I drive on, half asleep
No one looks to see
The tank is long since empty
The needle is on E
Tired, the so called "hero"
Longing to be free
After all those I have "saved"
Who's here to rescue me?
Curse myself a foolish man
Broken though I be
Drive until the last drop's gone
The needle stuck on E
OK this is self-absorbed and selfish; that's fine. It's how I feel today. I am sure I am not the first nor the last to feel it. I am at my wits end with myself and with those around me. I have lost so much of myself trying to do what I thought was right and honorable that I don't know who I am anymore. I will survive. I am a good man. I have in me the devine spark of God. I know it is here somewhere, I just need to find it again. I need to see it so I can remind myself it is really true.
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