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.
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