The Sound of Silence

Some days I work so hard.
Others, I just want to give up.
Where did my will go?
Did I lose it,
Somewhere around the time
Everything went wrong?

Some scatterbrained wanderlust?
Or is it something more.
Some itch I need to scratch
Beneath this bleeding heart of mine.

I'm not missing you.
I'm not missing anybody.
I guess I've just decided to let go.
And I guess that's not the worst that could happen.