Thinking I have made the best moves keeps me in an unmoving progression, of attempting recovery on ground lost from precipitous decisions I've chosen.
Trying my best yet nothing improves since I still haven't given a confession, the one that I'm alive but at what cost till I do I shall remain forever frozen.
So won't something, anything, motivate this stalemate I'm in.
I'm need merely a violent shove to be something I undreamed of.