i know what it feels like to constantly need to be on the move
but something that i still struggle the most is,
how to not feel home-less in the process

Love handed to me on a silver platter
Indecision
Indecision
So much indecision
My head and my heart are plagued with internal tug of war
Feet slip
Face down in the mud
Love lingers like the smokey taste of last nights cigar
One never forgets the best

There's that voice,
It's calling out to me again,
Try harder,
Be smarter,
Or you'll wind up just like them.
That voice should sound familiar,
But alas it does not,
I feel like I've lost myself somewhere
Halfway through all these thoughts.
So where does that leave me?
This I'm too scared to ask,
Ignorance is bliss they say,
But sometimes it's just not.