Such great potential
So many ways
To feel and love and be alive
Wasted all wasted away
Why do we do things we do to sabotage the very things we say we want?
Dead in the sea, before it even starts
A lifeless former dream and fire
Now drowned within our self-defeating hearts
Why do we try?
Why do we leave things behind?
Dead in the water, before it learns to swim
A baby, bloated and blue
Failing words and flailing arms and selfish whims
Why do we do the things we do to sabotage the very things we say we want?
Why?