Etcetera

They say I'm etcetera, is it a true? They say there's nothing with me to do If I were them, I would rather die Than think up my tainted pride Maybe I'm sick, maybe I'm gone Maybe I'm searching for the gold Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm lost Maybe I'm just reaching for my own What a surprise! Lovely pain Loves coming to me like every day They don't understand much 'bout me But already know that problems exist Maybe I'm done, maybe I'm ghost Maybe these walls somewhen will fall Maybe I'm fed up, maybe I'm wasted Maybe I've worn myself out too long November 2021