Upon an evening when all is grey and bland.
I ponder my life choices and try to make a plan.

Shaking up my life. Breaking through the doors. Making what i do, just mean a little more.

By the time morning breaks, such thoughts have left my mind.

So often does this happen. How stale I've come to be.

What will it take to inspire me?

Everyday is different.
Everyday's a chore.
Everyday i think and think and think a little more.

My mind is always racing.
Thoughts terribly askew.
Mostly all i think about is me and you.

I criticise and try to fix and wonder, on and on.
I feel like im not what u want but ponder being wrong.
Debating if it's you or me or if it's all long gone.

I know for sure I love you. Of that, there is no doubt.
Will it work or wont it work. I guess we'll just find out.