Stuck in this place
With my feet in the quicksand
A head like an owl
Spun back toward my past
Dreaming of my future
But yesterday's still clinging
Clawing and begging to survive one more day
My love holds on and seems never ending
Holding me here with its refusal to sway
Though battered and shadowed by a muse's rejection
The rope of hope grows thinner by days...