For the first time in forever
I’m not sure what to do with myself
I’ve wanted this for so long
So much that I can’t remember a time that I didn’t
And now it’s here.
I’ve got no more diabolical schemes
There’s no more need for insidious plans
What do you strive for when you have everything?
Do you reminisce about the past?
What i do is self sabotage
Which is highly illogical in its own right
Truly, I don’t know how to be content
Truly, I don’t want to be content
I fear it breeds complacency… The bastard beget of boredom
And where does that leave me?
I’ll have to do what I do best
I’ll just have to want more…
(back to the drawing board then…)