I’m stuck in a rut, unsure of where I’m going
Pushing ahead, following the only road that’s showing
Not really trusting in the path ahead of me
But not having a choice in the matters that be
I drudge through it all, focused on my nothing
Hoping that it eventually leads to something
You may not know, nor can you tell
What an abysmal state this is, my hell
But alone to myself, belonging only to me
I absorb myself in this wretched misery
My options now spent, with my choices depleted
I search only to continue that which was repeated
A comforting soul, an endearing friend
Such simple things to ward off an inevitable end.

10.28.09, 12.18-12.22am