STUCK
How long shall I walk around blindly
in darkness hitting my head
stumbling, tripping, bumping into walls
felling for an exit that doesn't exist.
Trapped in detours, smoke screens, and illusions
wasting time, while time keeps moving
steady into the future,
left in the past is me.
Wanting out
but I'm stuck within.
Moving forward
but in circles,
Exerting energy
with no progression
Will someone tell me
that I struggle in the wrong place
Why did I choose this battle field
Am I destine to lose
Better choices would I have made
if only I understood the paths destination
Nothing is certain...
Only thoughts, hopes, and dreams
of better days to come.