Make something.
Do something real
But no,
First hurdles are the worst
And you'll always fall at the second or third.

Sit in the dark
With a pile of empty glasses
And fail to make an impression
Why are you
So surprised?

Class cannot be bought
And nor can eccentricity
I have the latter
And that won't do much good
Right now

I dreamed of meeting
Romance
Or violent death
Each as good as eachother
In a dark place
These dreams were crushed
By something not unlike
Nothingness.