Where my life is going. By Cesar Reyes

 
I got goals and accomplishments,
but I don’t know where my life is going
I have complaints and aggravations, I’m not supposed to be showing
I got a list of shit to do, but none of it personally matters to me
I have about a million other places I’d much rather be
I don’t even feel lost any more;
it’s more like I’m on a train that doesn’t stop
I feel like I hit the high point of my life already and this is the scary steep drop
I get so fed up sometimes that tears fall from my eyes, but I wouldn’t say that I’m crying
I may get a clean bill of health, but I know there’s a part of my soul that’s dying
I do all that I can, but it never seems like enough
I am fully aware at all times that in comparison to other people my life is not that rough
I don’t really care sometimes about anyone, and I’m just keeping it real
I do care about others most of the time and that contradiction is just how I honestly feel
I want to rebuild my image that currently looks like a mirror that’s slightly shattered
I want to make a difference in the world, or at the very least matter