Same Old Road Trip (A Poem)

I’m stuck
I’m fucked

It’s a cycle 

And it sucks

I must admit these emotions never get me anywhere

So I take deep deep breaths, try to calm myself down, let in some air

Turn the volume up, be free like on a holiday with your wind blown hair

In an attempt to cover all fears I fail because you still can see I'm scared in each and every layer

I’m locked

I’m blocked

If life is a gamble

I ran out of luck

As I go by, day by day, I sometimes recognize the path

It’s looks a little too similar at times, like I’m back to the start

To go through it again, I'll never know how I can