I’m drowning

circling the drain in a sea of circular thoughts
there’s too much gray area in these life lessons

My logic is charging as fast as it can to an unknown destination
tripping over itself, and every fall is a slap in the face and a subtle penetrating whisper: “Where are you going?”
“Why are you going?”

I don’t have an answer
my only response is philosophical feet tapping the floor of this concrete jungle
never stopping, never ceasing to believe that I’m getting somewhere

But am I really getting somewhere?
My gut’s intuition is scolding me
somewhere along this path I was careless
I blinked and missed someone switching the straight road underneath me for something like an endless spiral staircase

I can’t even tell which direction I’m headed in
the compass is jammed
the shadow on the sundial is sleeping it’s mocking me
I only know how to get from Point A to Point A

I don’t know how to escape this prison
I don’t know if I ever will escape
or even if I actually want to

Cuz walking in circles is easy
no matter what my assumptions are always right
words like unplanned and change don’t exist
there’s security in uniformity
and I don’t think I’m ready to give that up