it seems all i do is
write and erase.
wake up and fall asleep.
say what i feel and contradict myself.
put on my same face and continue to walk in the same line.
using words like "someday" and "maybe" and "you'll see".
old indeed.
where to stop and where to begin i never know.
my minds just a race track for your thoughts to beat mine.
here we go again.
around, and around, and around.
the end.
