Lately, life feels like a roundabout.
I’m standing at the center,
Surrounded by exits—
None of them seem right.

Every path I take
Leads to dead ends,
Littered with obstacles
I can’t climb or move around.

Negativity fills the air,
Heavy and unrelenting.
Getting out of my comfort zone?
It doesn’t feel like an option.

Because what’s the point,
When every road just circles back
To where I began?

Maybe the problem is—
I have no destination.
No place I want to be,
No purpose to drive me forward.

Without a purpose,
There’s no motivation.
And choosing a path?
It feels like too much.

During the day,
The sunlight—
My friends
My family
Guides me, gives me strength.

But at night,
The darkness returns.
I’m lost again,
With no light to lead the way.

So here I remain,
Stuck at the center of the roundabout,
Going nowhere.