Moving

I am moving, but is it forward or not In a cycle of impulsive decisions i'm caught Always pushing to barely make it through I run without stopping, nothing is true I make it to the end every time I try But is it about that or what I passed by Maybe i'm running in circles I don't know My feet are moving but no distance to show Fast paced life style; party every single night Its about ultimate distraction from what's right The irony is that that same escape takes It will steal everything and create mistakes I am a strong person and gain ground fast, As long as I don't start dwelling on my past I have to be very careful if I am ahead I have been known to go backwards instead See,When things are good they are really good They come in clusters, just like the should And such is life that bad comes that same way we're bombed with hardships everyday My spirit is littered with bruises left behind It's scars are deep and can be found in my mind Too much past I wonder if I will always be broken There is a conversation that isn't spoken So here I am at the beginning, another start I am trying to replay where it began to fall apart I almost feel like some things we cannot beat We just have to start over, accept defeat The war we rage is worth all of the fight At the end of the day you just cant lose sight