I wonder why it is I became stuck like this?
Staring into space, when I should be being ace.
But nothing appears and I'm still sat here, empty mind
- not lost, not found, just run aground.
It's like my legs don't work, so I can't walk.
Something I know normally works a treat,
but I just can't move my feet.
I'm never sure, even though I've been here before.
I thought I'd put all my ego's to rest and let out all my best.
I wonder If I'm actually fine, but
it's all those bloody stuck habits of mine?!
Playing their games, refusing to leave,
letting me think I just don't believe.
It's quite bizarre how I've come this far, and yet,
I'm still sat here...
Staring into that blimmin' space!
Stuck, Stuck, Stuck - F&<#!
a poem, by Samantha Geddes