past the point of return
I try and put things back to where they used to be
but i forgot how they were
And i just can't get them to balance in the way they should
It just doesn't feel right
And i fumble around
until it all comes crashing down.

my brain is a work in progress
seems like too much work
for such little progress.

dragging my feet towards this
supposive light at the end of the tunnel
Looking forward, looking backward
It all looks the same.
well,
shit.
I dont care what direction i go in
as long as it's somewhere
Far away from the simple complexity of the middle
with its walls closing in and mentally suffocating me
in short, quick gasps.

Live for the open spaces
before the world closes up around you.
The smaller your cage,
the more grand your dreams are.