Flotsam

sitting here
working at nothing
it’s so hard to see
What became of the little boy me?
Maybe I’ve seen him reborn
(but) when did he die?
But I’ve seen him reborn
in the pain in my son’s eyes

sitting here
working at nothing
just killing the time
Wondering what’s filling the tears in my eyes
My boat lost its float
upended, capsized
Now in my lungs – I must wrung
life’s blood and demise

sitting here
working at nothing
with fuck all to do
Wondering what little you’ve said that’s been true
Maybe once – upon a line
how did I imbibe?
can’t remember… did I come here?
now I’ve run out of time

Now just left are the good-byes
Now all that’s left…