Is it possible to do a thing forever
And learn nothing? And get no better?
A voice, my own, replies “quite clearly
Now collect yourself get out there and entertain me”
I put myself through a thing
And I loved it
I put myself through a thing
And I loved it
Help me straighten and then please hold me
I’m bent in parts and partially broken
An ache subsides long enough to return
As a stabbing pain that sends me to the floor
I put myself through a thing
I loved it
I put myself through a thing
And I loved it
These things take time sometimes lives
Can’t be angry. I read what I signed
Nice to be called. More than many get
Efforts to learn have yielded nothing yet