Point A to B is where we all tryna get to.

But for me it seems I can’t quite get off point A.

I mean I make my way to point B.

But point A won’t release.

So I’m pulled back stuck.

Stuck in a funk of my own thoughts.

Lost in a stream that makes my memories bleed.

Bleed in my mind so they won’t go unseen.

Seem as though I’m My own worst enemy.

What am I doing?

Oh building a wall it seems.

A wall I can blame to say it’s not me.

I’m trying but I keep hitting see.

There I go saying I’m trying.

But am I really trying?

Is it I’m being pulled back to point A?

Or have I even made a step away?

Crazy I don’t see a wall no more.

I don’t even see point B.

But the sight of a person standing in the way.

It’s me.

It been me.

It always will be me.

Point B is right there.

I am here.

I want to get there.

But I can’t because of fear.

False evidence appearing real.

So am I scared of a lie?

Or am I scared of failure?

Failure of not getting to where I want to be in the time I want it.

Point A I have control.

Sorry I had control.

But now I don’t recognize the person I am no more.

My drive and motivation left and I don’t know what to do anymore.

Dang I failed by not trying.

Now I don’t care anymore.