In Loop
Sometimes... it feels like I'm just running in circles, while constantly asking myself, 'Why?' Why does every day feel like I'm stuck on the same ride, spinning round and round but never actually moving a step forward? Each morning kicks off with the exact same routine: wake up, get ready, and step off to work, clutching onto this sliver of hope that today might be the one to break this monotony. But, deep down, I already know it’s all just the same old loop.
So life’s just blurring together, days blend into nights, and meals might as well be identical, and on the rare occasion something new flickers by, it’s just a brief reminder that I’m still trapped in an endless cycle. Night comes, and there I am, in front of the mirror, wondering if this is really all there is to my life. It feels like I'm screaming for some change into a black hole.
The night's supposed to offer a break, isn’t it? A pause from the constant looping. So, I lay my head down, trying to find some semblance of peace in my sleep, but it's in those quiet moments right before I fall asleep that the reality of my circular life hits hardest. Dawn breaks, and it's like pressing that replay button, ready to live the same day over, trapped in a cycle that feels like it's woven into my very soul.
What is it that keeps us glued to these patterns, unable to break free? Is it the comfort? The fear? Or maybe it’s just something else entirely. We tread these familiar paths, day in, and day out, hoping for a glimpse of change but never really finding the courage, or the way, to make it happen. And the real kicker? When you think you’ve finally found an escape, a fresh start... it turns out to be just the beginning of another loop. A different shade of the same routine.
Acknowledging these loops, and seeing them for what they are, maybe that’s a step forward towards something more. But even then, finding a real way out always seems just to be out of reach. And when you think you've found it, that escape? It turns out to be just another loop, a new cycle masquerading as freedom.
It’s suffocating, like being caught in a trap that mocks every attempt at change, every longing for a moment of true difference. And each time I dare to dream of more, that dream is quickly swallowed by the grim realization that it’s just another loop. Here I am, stuck in this endless cycle, yearning for
a way to break free but always...
Always winding back to where I started, trapped in the loop,
forever searching for who I am, or maybe...
who I could be.
So life’s just blurring together, days blend into nights, and meals might as well be identical, and on the rare occasion something new flickers by, it’s just a brief reminder that I’m still trapped in an endless cycle. Night comes, and there I am, in front of the mirror, wondering if this is really all there is to my life. It feels like I'm screaming for some change into a black hole.
The night's supposed to offer a break, isn’t it? A pause from the constant looping. So, I lay my head down, trying to find some semblance of peace in my sleep, but it's in those quiet moments right before I fall asleep that the reality of my circular life hits hardest. Dawn breaks, and it's like pressing that replay button, ready to live the same day over, trapped in a cycle that feels like it's woven into my very soul.
What is it that keeps us glued to these patterns, unable to break free? Is it the comfort? The fear? Or maybe it’s just something else entirely. We tread these familiar paths, day in, and day out, hoping for a glimpse of change but never really finding the courage, or the way, to make it happen. And the real kicker? When you think you’ve finally found an escape, a fresh start... it turns out to be just the beginning of another loop. A different shade of the same routine.
Acknowledging these loops, and seeing them for what they are, maybe that’s a step forward towards something more. But even then, finding a real way out always seems just to be out of reach. And when you think you've found it, that escape? It turns out to be just another loop, a new cycle masquerading as freedom.
It’s suffocating, like being caught in a trap that mocks every attempt at change, every longing for a moment of true difference. And each time I dare to dream of more, that dream is quickly swallowed by the grim realization that it’s just another loop. Here I am, stuck in this endless cycle, yearning for
a way to break free but always...
Always winding back to where I started, trapped in the loop,
forever searching for who I am, or maybe...
who I could be.
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