There’s this feeling I just can’t shake.
That I’m trapped with no room to breathe
yet I’m stranded and alone, left to wreathe.
I’ve been caught in a mistake.
Every step away I try to take,
I get pulled right back in.
I’m surrounded by the choices I make
everywhere I am going and have been.
I feel it everywhere
all the time.
If only I could get some air,
I might find my reason and rhyme.