Day in and out i find this repitition,
The dreams are there but where is the passion.
Things arent in order, yet not in Chaos,
They are bland in a dull form of stillness.

I find that this looping cycle is very round,
I end up in the same place i always found.
Right here, not satisfied yet full of positive.
This is a problem Yet do I make change of it?

No,
But why not?

Confusion is potent and has a stong effect,
In this labrynth of time and my own mind,
I find that nothing has a purpose,
How will i change, where are we going here?