contemplating your existance.
wishing things could change.
missing the way things were before.
but then again, you weren't happy then either.
just as you want things to change now, you did a few months ago.
and a few months before that.
no amount of deep, wordy writing and sad,
heartfelt phrases could give you any release.
we're so free that we feel trapped.
too open to make our own choices, and too many different choices,
that we're scared to do anything.
and so we wish.
and we wait.
and we want.
but that's it.
and that's how it will always be.
it's inevitable, this natural discontentment.
missing the way things were before.
but then again, you weren't happy then either.
just as you want things to change now, you did a few months ago.
and a few months before that.
no amount of deep, wordy writing and sad,
heartfelt phrases could give you any release.
we're so free that we feel trapped.
too open to make our own choices, and too many different choices,
that we're scared to do anything.
and so we wish.
and we wait.
and we want.
but that's it.
and that's how it will always be.
it's inevitable, this natural discontentment.