How do you escape
when you’re trapped inside the same mistake?
How do you break away
from the spike twisted tangles of unimaginable reality?
How do you choose,
between what you want & what you must lose,
when you’re no longer who is “me,”
but not yet sure of who you can still be.
In the karmic lost & found,
I am neither.
And while fears and doubts abound
I drift idly by, locked in vulnerability
Unwilling to give up,
Unable to start fresh.
Find me a new pulse,
a new reason to breathe.