Things I could be doing other than looking at the sky waiting for a sign
Or searching the Internet waiting for the same
Nothing stays the same
So as we grow
Are we even growing ?
Doing the same shit we did yesterday
Without even knowing
As I'm standing in the same footsteps
of the same doorway that keeps me away from the world.
Sometimes I'm too sheltered for my own good.
Other times just down right dangerous.
Don't let me get me.