maybe i'm not stuck

everything i want

just not the way i want it

i guess i daydreamed it all a little differently

put the writing on the wall somewhere i couldn't see

or maybe i refused to look

i clang on anyways

prayed for better days

and wondered why i wasn't enough

why god left me here

so stuck

a carrot dangling in front of my eyes

a vegetable i don't even like

but it looked so good

so promising

so i say to myself

"i could use a run, don't you think?"

i ran as fast as i could

kept chasing for reasons i never understood

i didn't bother to think twice

never cared to ask myself why

felt better to keep the wool over my eyes

and play pretend

that i didn't choose it

"i guess I'm just a mess"

but that's bullshit, its the easy way out

no concept of acceptance

just a bunch of self doubt

around my ability to control my own life

maybe if i stopped convincing myself how stuck i am

I'll make a different choice next time