Locked In.

How can I make a change when I’m locked in—

Locked into this rhythm of staying still, staying scared, staying small.

An anxious soul…

That’s me.

In the shadows, always in the shadows.

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And when I finally snap out of it?

When my mind stops spinning like a broken record?

I’m so far behind I can’t even see the starting line anymore.

And I’m running after everything, but it’s all slipping through my hands—

Money, opportunities, days, dreams, time.

Everything wasted.

And I still can’t seem to start over.

Still stuck in this endless mine,

Digging, digging, digging,

Hoping that one day I’ll be fine.

Oh, the day I’ll be fine…

And come into the light.