I find myself writing the same words over and over again.
I find myself becoming bored of the things I usually enjoy
I'm bored of myself as I'm bored of you
These thoughts are too repetitive like broken film
just become faded and blurred by over use.
I find myself staring at the mirror over and over again.
For changes an invisible me can't see.
Are the signs of growth and maturity?
Is it that I discover more questions than answers?
Will ever satisfy my abyss heart?
Will I become completely beautiful?
I wonder if my feet are moving at all.
And today are both the same.
Cannot describe how mundane days have become.
Stretch too far beyond the horizon.
Is the only solution to passing time.
Time spent awake means less time idly searching.
I find myself walking through a tunnel that circles
I find myself back to the beginning
Words alone cannot explain how repetitive I've become