I try to change a little every day
  And not waste all my time in faffing round
But so far I just haven't found a way
  To keep my feet both planted on the ground.
Obsessions have me frittering away
    The hours that soon stretch out into weeks.
I try to keep my wasteful drives at bay;
    I know the troughs are broader than the peaks.
    A voice from somewhere deep inside me speaks:
      'Just press that shiny button one more time'
    And so I push it, knowing that I'm weak
      Each pointless press a self-abusing crime.
        It's time for me to really take control
        And dig my way out from my own black hole.