i'm led to believe my path will carry me to where i need to be.
they never said it could feel like this.
my destination is supposed to lead me, it seems.
when instead it's so fucking misguiding.
and constantly i'm losing grip of everything.
brought into a place so ordered.
a life built on expectation.
nothing relies on chance.
i've been confined by these walls of glass.
told to accept mediocrity.
firmly built but just as fragile.
lined with blind faith and fate, then what to be made of ourselves.
i just discover myself questioning the choices that i've made.
the reasoning upheld inside of me.
i still find myself judging the person that i am and if i'll make it out with my sanity.
despite all the greatness that surrounds me, i still find myself living on my knees.
it's hard to keep my head above the water.
its grasp keeps pulling me under.
through every stage i've come to complete i'm unjustly left feeling defeated.
so i'll ask what's next.
i'm left unanswered when I'm the only one who can respond to this.
i won't fail to be what i see in me, what i want to see.
the significance.
i won't fail to
be what i see in me, what i want to see.
our progress was laid.
what now?
our decisions were made.
what now?
am i just making progress without progression?
what now?
what fucking happens now?

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