New Year, the Same.

I think & think that's all I ever do.
Now I have to consider the likelihood
that I'm sane, y'all are crazy.
What's wrong with dreams?
I'm sick of leaving a door open
to let doubt in and your lives
that are not even authentic.
It's the same chorus, the same faces,
I don't know what you want from me.
Maybe nothing, I'm just self-important.
I'm tired, I'm worthless,
but I'm on the solid ground,
a piece of land that I found.
Maybe I shouldn't turn away so quick.
You are there for back up, I appreciate it.
But I have to say no to something.
Delay after delay, thinking after thinking.
So wrapped up, nothing wrong with criticism
keeping you on the balance. Think, you. Think!