Its just my current situation, so theres no title.

Written by: Graham Eakin

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…

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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.