In again, out again, in again, out again
Like a broken record, my life has skipped and repeated, skipped and repeated
One project after the other is delved into with the enthusiasm of an enlightened artist
And the resolute vows for completion are etched into stone
Yet somehow, for whatever reason, each project becomes short lived
The sudden burst of inspiration and good intentions is completely evaporated
Leaving nothing but the lonely outline of a masterpiece in its place
And then it’s on to the next subject of interest
Over and over, in again and out again
Constantly searching and searching for the perfect amalgamation of passion and persistence.