Twenty Two

With every turn I take I find myself
Right back where I begun
Faced with every consequence
That I can’t outrun
I’m trying my best to keep
On my own two feet
Moving forward, never looking back
On the ground I tread beneath
Is this the right path for me to choose
To be in debt at twenty two
I’ll bring myself right back
Through outdated photographs
All I want to do is find my ground
Like a lost cause it will never be found
The faith I have changes like the weather
Crawl through the dirt to put the pieces together
Everyday I contemplate the same changes that I could make
Pack my things
I don’t know where to run
Where’s my faith, what have I become
The city lights they blind my eyes
The morning sun passes me by
Every fear I have to show
Did not exist three years ago
Every time I’ve fallen deep
I’ve always pushed myself to keep
This ignorance to reality
I refuse to feel like a casualty
Lately I don’t feel like
I have time for anyone
I’ve filled the cracks but this doubtfulness
Makes me come undone
Every time I lose my step
I pick myself back up
I’ve fallen short of a backup plan
And become prone to bad luck