I can see the future stretched before me,
endless expanses of nothing
but the same repitition day after day.
I reach for the cure,
grasp it in my hands,
and try to hold on
while watching it slip away.
This cycle is so tiring,
so settling and so intoxicatingly terrible.
I want to break away,
want something new,
some method of rotating away
from all the things that are just the same.
Everything's too predictable,
even the surprises,
the grand scheme of something
that seems so pointless and unnecessary.
If I could burst from this cycle,
free myself of the chains of time,
and break away from the conformity of this life,
I could take on my life with something other than a false smile.