neglect

What is different about this year

maybe I’m not torturing myself

chasing after loves that won’t be

that I’ve built into something they are not

but to neglect this part of my mind

my heart…is wrong!

This is where I go to find peace

to rage and vent

to lust and celebrate

It seems when things are going at their best

Or have dropped to their worst

Then I have something to say

but now in the middle of the road

with nothing before me

Now is when its hardest to tap into me

what is different about this year is the rut

The rut of complacence

And I will find my way out

And I will be better than yesterday