letting go of old ideas at the start of a new month.

I am stagnant water, crumbling under pressure.
I wonder what I'm good at.
I hear they like my poetry.
I see only my failures, no victory's
I want to change my attitude.
I am stagnant water, crumbling under pressure.

I pretend I lead a rich life, richer every day.
I feel the joy in kissing a lover.
I touch her velvet skin and luscious curves.
I cry the blues of a poor fellow, down on his luck.
I am stagnant water, crumbling under pressure.

I understand my shortcomings, yet I am clueless of my virtues.
I say to never promise, promises that I'll surely break.
I dream of answers and stability.
I try to scrape the pieces of my life together.
I hope the force of love will keep me strong.
I am stagnant water, crumbling under pressure.