Lost
I’m lost in my head
I don’t know where to begin
I know I need closure
But I don’t know from what
And I have no clue where to begin
I’m running out of new things to try
Should I go back and repeat things I used to enjoy?
Things I now despise for letting me down
Should I try these old things as if they were never apart of my life
Letting them engulf me anew
There’s so many things that I can’t bear to do
There’s so many things I miss too
I miss the feeling of picking my first
Remembering the soul it had when I played
I miss being young and being so confident
Now I’m scared of any note not perfected
Any tempo I messed up
Anything I know I could lose
I’m scared of new things
I’m scared of the old
What is there left for me to do?
I have a yearning to try
To try new things..
To pick up the old...
And realize that it won’t be the same
I can’t recreate feelings
I need to make new ones
Hell...
Even variations will do..
Copyright © Eve Winfield | Year Posted 2019
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