Point of no return.
Crashed and didn't burn.
Lost with no path.
Stressed with no concern.
Knowledge without power.
Living for each hour.
Trapped in denial,
of a life going sour.
Conception in excess.
Moving forward no progress.
Stalled...
I'm a mess I confess.
But it is what it is.
And if it's this, then it's this.
Only I can change now.
The rest is past tense.
Absolutely certain.
Living life with no purpose.
Open enclosure.
I am my own person.
©reece3677
R