Flying By The Seat of my Pants

What is life for anymore?

Devastated to the floor

All my fault I’m sure

I’m headed for the door,

And if she had nothing to say

Flowers just wither away

Restless lovers just won’t stay

The state of things today,

If you’re driving down that lonely road

Your humbled existence be told

Is there an angel to behold?

You’ve been carrying a heavy load,

I used to go walking in the park

Chasing shadows in the dark

Blood attracts circling sharks

History remembers Joan of Arc,

No longer own a better half

Not even a hollow laugh

Like some kind of mindless gaffe

No support from a competent staff,

I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants

Paying the price for every chance

Pierced right through by the lance

Another ill-advised advance,

Whenever I think it could get better

Wish I’d never met her

I have no magic scepter

Praying for a miracle to occur.