Breaking off a piece to big

You've had it in from the beginning

You couldn't handle what was created

And now you're stuck with no way out...

Looking for something not there, expecting something else

To the surface it will rise

Losing faith in myself, but there is so much more, so much left

Positioned it, to the side- but it's not lost, it's just confined...

And to the surface it will rise

It's crawling back to haunt your mind

It's a waste of time, wasted time

No way out...

Past returns to take you right back to the surface