Maps

I’m staring at the bottom of another empty bottle, What am I doing here? I’m staring down another weekend of mediocrity, Why am I not doing something? All I’ve heard, all my life – a well of untapped potential, Were they wrong, or am I? I have a map, but no one can read it. Hell, I can’t even decipher the picture. I really doubt all the things I once put faith in, Maybe there’s an answer out there, I know this isn’t it.