Inspiration waning as the days pass one by one
Life ebbs from my fingers like the setting of the sun
Activity around me helps me know that I’m alive
But the endless waiting, watching, has curtailed my working drive.
First it was you wanted me, a slew for me to do
The you say it’s time to go; you know you’re such a fool
You’re constant indecision is a foolish ploy at best
Either let me go or keep me so my my mind can be at rest.