life on a motorcycle
As I sit alone again in this ever so familiar situation of a room, I can’t stand to realize it’s all just an endless loop of bad choices, bad decisions, bad habits. I wonder from corner to corner as if lost yet only traveling 10x10. No words can express the frustration of a jumbled mind. No voice can shed a note pitch comparable to the pained heart hidden away, locked behind layers of struggle. No day like today has ever been, for today and tomorrow bring a future so worthy to be called the past. When do things change? When can life time travel ahead to a better tomorrow. No struggle no twisted mental state. How long do we torture souls only to realize it is our own. My life, my struggle… My words all jumbled… My existence unclear, no future no fear.