bland

Everything is running together

And the good parts melt into bad parts

The days run into nights into mornings and

I can't keep track of which is which anymore.

And although this is what you all call a "regular life"

Or a "sane life"

This is not the life I used to live.

And this is not the life I want,

And this does not feel sane to me.

There are so many paths I could take,

But...

But I am stuck,

I can't find these other paths,

It doesn't make sense to all of you,

But I cant go the way you all go about these things.

And I fear I can't find you all,

On the path I should be on.

There are so many possibilities,

But there is no other ending.