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Ever feel stuck in a job you don't like with no hope for growth? |
| Days, months, years and I'm still sitting here. I thought I wouldn't be. I thought I was aware of what I fear. It locks me up, I may never be free. I'm not meant for this meaningless monotony, maybe it's time to get over it; comfort makes me lazy. Days all the same every hour is a mirror every month a reflection of the last, this future is a repeating past where looking ahead I see what's behind me. |