Self

Things I could be doing other than looking at the sky waiting for a sign

Or searching the Internet waiting for the same

Things change

Nothing stays the same

So as we grow

Wait

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.