Overcast, dreary days cast their stain of gray on souls growing weary, searching for the ambition left behind with the last sunny day

The year is no longer new and time will not rewind, you claw past the season onto the next with little regard to a direction

Won’t you see when it’s not working? The life you’re dying to live is killing you… You’re already dead

You fill up and know not of your emptiness, ignorant to the decay and the lies that have housed you in your head

I know you want a break in the monotony of doubt, I can see you’re curious, too. Won’t you examine the path you’re on, is it worth it to you?

You’ve placed all of your eggs in the wrong basket. What is truth you ask? But you don’t want the answer. Because then you’d have to change.