Always focusing on what I don’t have, wondering what it’s like on the other side when I should be content with what’s in front of my eyes

Recipes for self progression, constant comparisons

Pulling me through tough times it seems but when I break it down it's what brings me down

Drags me back to the fork in the road, where I constantly choose the hardest route

A confused state of mind making me blind

Maybe suffering is a choice, a mind shift

Progression from a place of fear

Isn’t getting me anywhere

Intrusive thoughts cloud and confuse

I guess I’m just still learning how to deal with my life

Focusing on others this whole time, I kind of lost myself along the line

Scared of wasting time

I wish I was closer to the heart and mind I want, the heart and mind I know I have

Compressed by struggle I need to dig through this tired mind and find out where I stand

Maybe he’s lost maybe he’s fucking gone but if I don’t try I’ll never fucking know, I’ll never grow

Maybe he’s lost, maybe he’s found but if I don’t try I’ll never fucking know

Im doing the best I can, no one enjoys being sad

There is so much else out there left for me to find, I begin to think about the size of this world

All the people I’ve never met, all the experiences I’ve never felt

The span of time and how things arise but later dissolve

Fuck am I doing it again? Can I change the route in my brain and get back to the easy side, fuck the comparing mind