Wasteland

As much as I try, or not.
And change my acts, my ways.
And think about it, unknot…

To rely on my reason and be sane,
No matter how reasonable I am… I’m not.

And I never go right. I never chose good.
It was never safe there were I stood.
Nothing nice ever fell on my laps.
All good deed had always a gap.

I am nowhere near a role model,
But it’s not tasting that awful.

[written by B]