effed up year

effed up year 

nah I'm nowhere near

where I thought I'd be 

though I'm right here

but man 

I'm tired of being
fuggin'

stuck in

the past 

greyhound dog day

I'm unable to grasp

the thing I need to do

in order to move

on and away

I'm unable to find
the right words to say

the right thing

that might bring 

me some kind of peace

some kind of relief 

from this otherworldly malaise

-to be/ so full of grace-