Sublime

The flowing sound of being,
The rocks that keep on falling to the glass
And how I came to lose it
Seem to be related to these words
You see, things will never work out
If you don’t ask them to work out

But when you lack the will,
When you lack the talent
You might as well give up and part ways
Don’t be afraid of being a quitter,
Make sure you quit without prudence, nor with self patting
Just do it with what else you have left

You see,
You have lost it already

And so did I