Loser Heart

It's coming around again.
This loser heart is being tried.
Southbound but split two ways;
A mind like a train speeding to one,
But my heart, it leads to the other, undone.

I spent my whole lot dreaming,
The spins were reeling in and out...
A part of me so divided that
In myself, not myself, not alone
But not together with what I had.

Years go by, roll on hard or simple.
The comforts dissipate and the walls
To scale make my spirit tough, rugged
And thickened by either doubt or trained thinking.
But this loser heart of mine shared it's time breaking,
So I'm giving it another shot, because
If you don't keep pushing for the dream,
For the thing that binds all your lost efforts
Then you have nothing in life, really,
And you might as well take a bath and find
A simple mind to coalesce the world with.