circles

You wonder what's missing
from that spot, there, in your soul
You've got God
You've got smarts
and yet, there's a hole
gaping wildly swallowing more away
Alone in the room
sprawled out across
scratchy carpet
Listening to bands
who can't play
You feel unable
to measure up
you care so much
you don't care at all
let out a wretched screech
and collapse, sagging against the floor
Cry in your heart
never on your face
Dreams will never come true
You'll have to settle
medeocrity wins again