Things have gotten away from you, haven’t they?
You’re just about at the end of your rope, huh.
As your friend Guns said, “Where do you go now?”
What follows, eh? You can’t even make sense
of the words you’re stringing together anymore.
You stopped making sense, as your friend Talk Talk said,
way before your Ascension Day.

Now, now you’re lost.
There’s nothing to do, like your friend Blake said,
and you can’t figure out the next step without tripping.
You’re stuck, is what you are.
Stuck, in the mud, with no crutch.

Unlike your friend Tom.