Twenty-six and I still carry angst that ranks with my teenage years
I remember thinking then about where I’d be now
Things looked different
Like I never imagined myself still living in my mother’s house
And I never thought I’d continue to be plagued by anxiety
Stumbling words and pacing curbs
Waiting for someone to hit a switch
Hopelessly hoping for a moment that doesn’t exist
Am I such a fool?
Maybe not
Maybe I need to untie my heartstrings outta this knot
It’ll take patience
And mental muscles I’ve long ignored
So I gotta fire up this dust covered mind
Let it get its bearing as I work on resembling the man
I should have become through these gaps in space
And this lapse in time