Needle stuck on scratched track
No signs forward, no breadcrumbs back
Habits here have made my bed
Yesterdays, tomorrows fled
Acquired tastes sour the drink
Leaden regrets rinsed down the sink
Snipped and frayed, coil undone
Tattered laces, no maze to run
Fault the Fates for what is done
Veins open to what may come
Damn the Fates! Dare it undone
Grab the coil, Run, Run, RUN!
Mend and patch, fibers respun
Reset the needle, choose the tract to come