Shit out of luck,find

myself in the hole.

Seems like my life is

spinning out of control.

I know that I've fallen,

knee deep in the pit.

Feels so familiar,I've
gotten use to it.

Losing my grasp,take a

step back to observe.

Nothing worth salvaging,

not much to preserve.

I've made it thus far,now

Ill have to start over.

Pick myself up,brush the

dust off my shoulder.

A new day is coming,who

knows what it may bring.

They say new beginings,

often start in the spring.