Too blind to know your best.
Hurrying through the forks without regrets.
Different now, every step feels like a mile.
All the lights seem to flash and pass you by.
So how’s it gonna be.
When it all comes down you’re cycling trivialities.
Don’t know which way to turn.
Every trifle becoming big concerns.
All this time you were chasing dreams,
without knowing what you wanted them to mean.
-Jose Gonzalez
Its suffocating me.
But someone, they could have warned you when things start splitting at the seams and now the whole thing’s tumbling down.
Hard.
you can’t force things.