Lost again in a new time, but the same reason and rhyme. What I thought would make me smile has made a bitterness run wild. Pride or a personality flaw, a sentence or a personal law. Why does this persist, why can’t there be a kiss to end all. Why no bond amidst them all. There is no friend let alone a wife. There is no clue let alone a life. If I was centred and I’m not now, was I ever? If I was happy and I’m not now, was I never?