Growing So Tired

Feeling so alone on a quest for perfection

Seeing nothing ahead, anger blinds with flashes red

Perfection has escaped me, in every cognitive detection

And an emptiness leaves this husk, absent and dead

But like leaves in a mid-summernight`s breeze

My soul and volition moves with graceful ease

The only beat that beats in my empty heart

Is the repetition that occurs - in my lines of hopeful art.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker