My flesh and bone have turned into stone;

Insistent on keeping me under,

And I have to stop and wonder...

Why am I unable to breathe now?

These problems I just disavow

But slowly I sink to the bottom of this trial,

All the while, still in denial.

And as I ponder, this burden averts my mind from wander.
And this Albatross around my neck

Just makes me wonder,

Why this path I set out to trek?

I’ve really screwed up now,

So badly and I don’t know how.

It’s all unraveled,

Sitting at these feet far traveled.

Far traveled in the wrong direction,

Just to search for love and affection…

…only to face bitter rejection.

I killed a good thing,

Now for that it hangs around my neck.

And now I just critically ponder,

Would the Mariner have chose to trek

Knowing surely to be lost in the yonder?