The Last Couple of Years

A lot of what we believe is scripted.

We’ve been down that road a time.

I was in a place like this before,

When everything I did was the same. 

My life has always been skeptical,

With a stranglehold on – this is it. 

Last couple of years I still search,

Looking for meaning, finding pleasure,

In a world that sort of left me behind.

I’ll catch you, I say to my torn ego,

As the days, slow by, I pause my eyes.

It’s what I see now that matters,

Would that I might figure out why.