You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl...

Sometimes I wonder what the point really is. Don't you? It's as if it doesn't really exist. This is all made up inside someone else's head...maybe even mine.

If I wake up and can put my socks and shoes on in the morning, I've accomplished something. Yet, I feel like I'm lost in the woods, walking, climbing, and still passing the same tree...that same rock in the shape of a whale...that same patch of ivy. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.