a waste

Those stars you thought
you could have
not long ago
are the same ones you see now
so far away
Your dreams
were made of the shiniest
and thinnest substances available
your head got wrapped around
too many problems
your navy sailed away
in the darkest night
You never saw it happen
but the end result is the same
Where are you now?
what is your velocity?
How can you keep
pounding out the same old tricks
year after year?
This feeling you have
isn't going away
It has a name
but you won't say it
Call it a spell of bad luck
because bad luck
doesn't last forever
Throwing your time and talents away
can only be called one thing.