Unfulfilled…

What if I didn’t wanna play the game no more bcuz I felt it’s never enough? Or if I just wanted to walk away from everything including the invisible handcuffs. As I question my life and reason with why I’d rather decide to put an end to the hype. Hoping as a desperation to finally ease my mind. Maybe the material things aren’t fulfilling the crave that hungers for a simpler way. It’s possible I’m not sure of anything that will ever stay the same. The toll is subsiding within and I’m drowning again. And there’s no two hands but my own that understand. So if I’m gone without the knowing of where I’ve gone. Know I’m looking for home instead of waiting for it to come along. There’s just thing I believe in and so many others I don’t. And I can’t figure out which way to go and I probably won’t. As I sit with thoughts that clutter my hearts memory of what’s the purpose of drifting this way. Everyone sees shine but there’s a restriction hidden from plain sight that cripples my face. Truthfully I may be on the line of limits trying to keep up with the nonsense. Having satisfactions altered by a drive that makes no sense. Chasing away time as it gets behind the memory that cannot remember living so much. Yes mindless acts of wasting away is absurd as such. I just want out to show myself that I’m truly done with giving a fuck. To step from the civil entrapment that has captured free will willing to partake in a scandal hushed. With a two steps forward mentality that never progresses into a comforts grasp. The freedom from it all would define the meaning of a past.