Improv -

Decaying as I am

I need not some promised land

I know I am failing

Acceptence was the plan

No silence in the sea

Nothing tranquil awaits me

Useless and used up

Too much using to do

I have choosen everything

This is what makes it so bad

No matter what the action

Situation was created by me

My life is different

This grey streets will only get me down

They will never fool me

And integrate me as a clown

No silence in the sea

Nothing tranquil awaits me

Useless and used up

Too much using to do

Stumbling through patches

Of flowered mortality

My daze it is special

You my goddess to be