There I was grasping for relevance

There I was grasping for relevance
Like the beach sands trying to ride the wave but left behind
Wet, soggy and weighted down by footprints.
I was only as good as my last refrain
Soon everyone tires of it and moves on to a new song
Like a vinyl record you have to keep turning, churning
Until you’re all scratched up and broken
And they buy a new one.
I was so ten years ago. Nothing new nothing fresh
Out of ideas out of breath
Out of life out of inspiration
Out the door out the floor.
There I was grasping for relevance
In end, I realize, it was really never bestowed.