I have been down this road before

It’s made itself clear before

I’ve seen through it all before

As hard as I tried before

To follow the rules of lore

The sun is no longer a chore

I now concede

There’s too many words

Too many falls

Too many songs

And so little time

There’s too many roads

Too many bridges

Too many signs

And so much time

And as, and as I pick at the sore

I hope I’ll be offered some more

I can’t revert back, it’s a bore

It seems to be fate

I commiserate 

Again and again and again and again