To Rock or Not To Rock

All alone and in distress
Wondering how to clean his mess
I sit and I dream
Of all of these scenes
That cluster inside my head
But with ambition weak
And jinxes leak
My luck is out of hand

Frustrated over keys
Black and white is all I see
While my mind wanders off to other worlds
Tormented by the clock
Spinning out of control
My chaos it seems to mock

I only wish to rock
And find a matching sock
And live my life as if nothing were wrong
But how hard it seems
With tragedies like these