Some moments, days, weeks feel like they are defined by labels
Some hope, faith, self worth is built on a fragile web of fables
If life is short and sweet, can it also be long and bitter?
At times I really feel that I need the services of a pinch hitter
Substitute me out, bring in the perfect woman, cleaner, wife
Making it a much smoother, balanced progression through life
Where would I go? A grain of sand, one of many, on a beach
Impacted upon but independent action is out of reach
It feels like that now, everything an internal, endless battle
Meandering through, invisible to many, just one of the cattle
All good things must end, so the saying doth claim
But what about the bad, or those that wear some blame?