A She-Maze

A mind so complex,
It's breaking her neck,
She thinks she's a car,
Driving to its own wreck...
- Frente

Suddenly, I’m feeling morose.

Suddenly, I feel like I’ve not achieved anything worthwhile in my life.

Suddenly, I just want to run away and hide.

Suddenly, I want to start packing my bags like I always do.

And no, this is not because of you.

But as constantly, there’s only one thing that’s stopping me from leaving.

That stands between me and fleeing.

Something that’s a hindrance to the fulfillment of my destiny.

Until I own it. Until I have it.

Until I hold it. Until it belongs to me.

It stands in the way of me being truly free...

And again, it's not you.