Everyone is going places. Everyone except me that is. I'm stuck inside this prison In my head of my own creation. Everyone is getting married, buying houses, cranking out kids. I'm stuck back at square one trying to muster up the courage to talk to her. Instead I'm going home defeated. It's like I'm seventeen stuck inside a twenty eight year old body. And I feel like I've been left behind, but I'm just scared of change. I wanna move on but I, don't wanna just for the sake of saying I moved on, when everything and everyone feels so wrong. A un-super trooper, party-pooper, I'm moving at a sloth pace. But I've got to stick to my guns and trust in the process. An always ready, steady eddy for better or for worse, man. Keep my eyes eternity minded. Define what success is. Is this caution or am I just afraid? I do not like change or taking leaps of faith. I don't need all the answers to everything as long as You're here with me.
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