A story thats been told so many times,
Still telling it over and ove despite not wanting to  feels like a crime,
Believe it or not is none of my concern, as long as I know its truth, the embers will smolder, a constant burn.

The words spill out,  a never ending stream,
A burden hared, yet guilt's extreme,
Im trapped in cycles, a prisoner of time,
A maze of persistence, a story to resolve.

A problem seller, with no solutions in store,
How do I break free, should I start in the core?
Yet despite all the efforts, I feel doomed to fall
With no more reasons, and causes to back me on, I just sleep it all.