Its Just My Current Situation, So Theres No Title.

Here I sit at home at night Drinking beer while nothing seems right. I listen to the same French song This has been going on much too long. With poetry I feel that I begin nearly To see some things a little more clearly My mind and the page are a powerful fusion Or perhaps they are no more than a common illusion I feel my path is no longer pure But as to why I'm not so sure. So I feel all that I do now is a sin. But still, I long for my life to begin… ___________________________________ btw, if you wana hear the french song i was talking about here it is. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrgcRvBJYBE. its really cool and mellow, and surprisingly from the 50's.