Circles

Sometimes it grows stagnant
There’s no way to get it right
Smashing my head against a wall
While the well remains empty
Fallen into a downward spiral
All four walls are closing in
I’m void of any sort of charisma
What’s the point of even trying

Pessimistic without any choice
I keep creating these failures
Seems about time to self-destruct
I’m beyond confused anymore
Maybe next year sometime
I could get back in the saddle
Who knows how I’ll feel then
Everything revolves in circles