I don't like to admit this, But once every year, I summon all of my courage, And shove down my fears,
I let my mind wander, Let myself roam, Through all the posibilities, All the paths my life could go,
I find over time its gotten harder to say, That I just might not want my life to play out this way, Maybe I want just a little more for myself, Maybe what I'm doing is poor to my health, Maybe I need to work on my life, Figure out who I am, what to change and whats right,
Not edited at all, hardly even proof read, but I don't care because I'm trying not to think about this ....
Update: Reading it I think it's difficult to understand at first, but what do you think this means?