I go from one thing to the next
Searching, always searching.
I can’t find it
What was it I was looking for again?
I used to be able to write about anything
Now I just, idk, maybe I don’t feel anything anymore.
TBI ruined everything, …maybe not everything…
Oh who am I kidding; it ruined a lot of stuff, but not everything.
Let me go now!
Away from your judging stare.
I can’t write the same
Nothing seems to flow anymore
Second guessing everything
I go from one thing to the next searching
I’m in search of something that is always out of reach
But what is it?
What is it!
Where is it!?
It’s not fair that I can’t think the way you do
It’s not fair that I don’t think at all
This is infuriating!
I am thinking of course!