The loop that loops in my head keeps me here. And here is nowhere, I have not grown.
I am caught in this world where nothing is real and all is too real. I gotta move on.
I my eyes betray me, my motion is work, I don’t wanna be here. Time is a word and the movement of a clock, a broken clock that serves to let me know that I gotta move on. But to where, here is nowhere.
Motivation has tricked me, lead me astray, I have not moved. I don’t wanna be here.
Progression is empty, I want for nothing but for the noise to stop, the noise of quiet mind has become to much. I can’t get out. My struggle can’t be in vein. I gotta move.
I feel hollow the riptide that is my mental carry’s me out and and drops me off, my hollow keeps me aloft, but just. Here is nowhere.
My wings have weakened, my legs are clay, I have abandon myself. My hollow keeps up and I am up, but I gotta move on, the life in me has to move, if the life in me is to live.
Time be my enemy and it plays with me, I never see it come and always feel go. I gotta move on.
This life was given to me by request, no promises made, only lessons for sure and in that those lessons we gotta move on.