I can never grasp my happiness and motivation... As if it's air. They never understand... I'm just trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel... But it's nowhere. As if I'm just the dog poop on the back of your shoe. I can't let go of my past. I've been forced into an endless cycle of running and from things I cannot control. My past and future are the burning hot sun and the cold mist of the full moon.