Trapped
By Matthew Grode •
Here I lie drowning in a pool of thought,
Yet I have no answers,
Why am I here,
Where am I going,
Will I find the right path,
Or will I falter,
These thoughts plague my mind like an incurable disease,
The future is right in front of me but I am temporarily blinded,
The world is moving yet I stand still,
In a hallway of doors with the inability to choose,
I find myself trapped by my own indecision