Mariner from Mechanical by Pacer

Until you’ve been there yourself
I suggest you hold your tongue
Because you’ll never understand
that some battles can’t be won.
And I admit to mistakes
and wistful ways of wishful thinking,
it’s hard to plot a course when that ship is sinking.

Giving in to vices and teenage poetry.
Logic loops and endless bad dreams.
Because I’m falling in to bad routines,
Getting crushed by complacency.

Second guessing leads to questioning
and to answering “I don’t know”.
The spaces between the words become
a void of the unknown.
And if you’ve heard in my voice echoes of uncertainty
It’s because I know the words but I don’t know what they mean

Giving in to vices and teenage poetry.
Logic loops and endless bad dreams.
Because I’m falling in, to bad routines,
Giving in to the worst of me.

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