Useless. Unless I can free myself from my mind,
my fate is trapped. My body can’t take this fee
but, you know, eventually, I’ll be just fine.
My life has never followed any rhyme
or pattern. I fear that I will always be
useless. Unless I can free myself from my mind.
When I was young, my life had no design.
All I wanted was a whole family tree.
But, you know, eventually, I’ll be just fine.
I have figured out theirs, but cannot find mine.
She says there is still an inkling of hope for me…
I’m useless. Unless I can free myself from my mind.
My notes look like a penny, without the shine,
a mirror of my mind, an evil sea.
But, you know, eventually, I’ll be just fine.
I know I can do more than sit here and moan and pine
for her dancing eyes. I am lost hopelessly,
uselessly, unless I can free myself from my mind.
But, you know, eventually, I’ll be just fine.
- Joe Clayton
