Iselder Ysbryd

So to the waterfront I go, Heart heavy with the weight of feeling alone, And there's all Mcculloch & crew can do, I find, To settle my soul, to ease my mind. The world is at peace but my mind is hectic, I wish My mind were as copacetic As the waves. Still. Ordered. Beatific. They have paved their place in the world And I have paved mine. What is it? You tell me. My innocence forgone. It left me long ago; It packed up its memories, its sentimentality, In a knapsack of stars, Pulled on the cozy coat of childhood, And escaped in the daylight. At nineteen, I have hit middle age; No prospects for the future but an early death. I wish I had the will to thrive, To shuffle on past the age of twenty-five. And some days I do, and some days I don't. The bad outweighs the good, you see, No motivation to live left in me. Perhaps if I were a Manic Street Preacher, (And with a cynical heart I'm halfway there), I'd turn these thoughts into a song - But for that gift, my mind is bare.