Always something better, ever incomplete
Inside yourself you’ve no control, never sense defeat
Always one step further, ever seeking more
Without a plan you’ve little hope, Godot’s all you’re waiting for
Always crave adornment sunshiny and new
Material, collectable, sure to complete you
Always chasing flawless, okay is not enough
A constant search for everything while stranded in the rough
Throw it up, throw it away – Keep spinning, Chances thinning
Throw it up, throw it away – All for one and one for nothing
Always focused on another day – Keep twisting after something
Throw it up, throw it away – Still searching for the one thing
Twisting turning nothing suits
Constant yearning to the roots
Discontentment over played
Never centred off the page