What’s The Move…

I don’t belong here…
But where should I go…

I don’t belong in a quad 5 days
Clicking, typing, calling
Slowly wasting away
Sure it pays and I’m thankful
But this isn’t the way
It’s just not my destined path
So I’m planning an escape

I don’t belong in the place I call home
I never did…
That’s why it’s so easy to roam
And half check-in
It made me who I am but it’s time to move on
I still want to help and will
But as a resident…No.

I don’t belong here…
City number 3 and it’s clear
It’s deeper than “tough times”
There’s no connection here

Sporadic inspiration
Kool aid budget executions
Wanting but having to wait
Not seeing true success as I view it

It’s just hard to do it
When the feeling ain’t exuberant
And your heart is pulling you somewhere
And you’re asking “Where” to it

Don’t confuse my words and views
Cause what’s not great for me
Can be the world to you
I’m crafting an escape
Not sitting with excuse

I don’t belong here…
Well…
What’s the move?

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Mental Prisoner…

Am I in the way?
Are these feelings reality?
Is this energy manifested or manufactured?
How do I know?

Ways of the idle mind that wants but isn’t sure
Finding solace is discomfort
Searching the feeling to be secure
Why am I so far in my head?

The battle is never over
The journey has no final step
Wrestling with the desire to win
With vision as clear as a starless sky

Do I want it all…or just enough?
Go at it alone…cause recruiting is tough?
Any option but give in or give up
Cause life can’t be boring…and rough

Trapped within my own thoughts
Empowered and Pummeled by the same mind
Sitting still, oddly calm
Hoping I have wasted too much time

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