Undone-- G Clair

a million peices of my heart
in all the things I tend to start
but never finish
and every thing that's left undone
is just a sign I'm on the run
lest I deminish
and if I stop to take a breath
and contemplate my hour of death
I'd have to wonder
what would be my last request
to sit with winners who were blessed
or rather one more chance to be a blunder?

just like the worm who never made the hook
I slept too late and never read the book
thought I'd be freed from trouble in this life
but still I bleed from heartache and from strife

I dabble in the partial arts,
in tasting wines and shopping carts
with shaky wheels
and all the prizes never won
for half baked pies, and smiling eyes
and flaky deals
time will tell if this get's done
though time is never on the run
nor one for waiting
no matter what you do or choose
or what you keep or what you lose
that sunset's fading

just like the worm who never made the hook
i slept too late and never read the book
thought I'd be freed from trouble in this life
but still I bleed from heartache and from strife