How can I talk to you after all this time,
To apologize is not enough,
It’s no fixing the past,
So what do I do,
Perplexed,
Confused,
How ever you want to interpret it,
I say I’m lost,
Or lazy?
I just don’t know,
If I did know I’d do it,
Maybe in my subconscious I know exactly what to do,
I just refuse,
Afraid a failure,
I’m not afraid of success,
Everyone I know wishes they can put some of there past to rest,
Some times I question if I’m really blessed,
Or am I just faking it,
Taking it every day just to complain about another cloudy day,
If I put up more effort to maybe the will sun come out,
But I’m definitely not God,
Life is hard and I think I’m making mine harder,
Under thinking some important things,
And overthinking things that won’t matter tomorrow,
It might not be me because sorrow comes to everyone,
I’m just thinking…
Ah, the art of overthinking. I fall prey to that as well.