I know you are
the next step
but what am I?
What have I been
all this time, if
I haven’t been
my own next step?
Day 137 – The Next Step
I know you are
the next step
but what am I?
What have I been
all this time, if
I haven’t been
my own next step?
The 365 Poetry Project 
Totally relate to this. Maybe just my own projection on it, but I’ve become so complacent with my routine life that I don’t know what I want anymore. Has it all been escapism from having to work on myself or am I just happy?
Or maybe nothing we do matters and then we die? Beats me. I blame capitalism.