Pathétique

I don’t know what’s going on,

within this feeble mind of mine.

I toiled, sowed and there was little fun;

I relaxed, enjoyed and there was too much time.

I don’t know what’s going on,

within this knuckle-size heart of mine.

Nobody is too big to fit inside, but sadly;

none seem willing to stay behind.

I don’t know what’s going on,

within this fragile soul of mine.

Often I think I’m way beyond my age,

but at times, I’m just a little boy inside.

I don’t know what’s going on,

within this flesh and blood of mine.

I hope to be needed,

yet sadly; I often feel unwanted.

I don’t know if thou ever felt the same,

this same dilemma I’m stranded in.

Things as they are; Life as it is now

is rather tame and lame.

I don’t know how much longer I would remain so,

being down, low and weak.

But thank God, least there’s something I do know,

I am nothing but Pathétique.