Finding A Way

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Life seems to have it out for me.
I just wanted to sleep my life away because that's all that seems safe now.
That lady told me, that my parents got into bad things and got into some deep dodo.
She won't tell me the full story so I don't either.
I'm still in the white room, I refused to get out of bed.
Why go out to a world that is too bad for its own good.

I read, I read about a young lady fighting crime by herself.
She has it all together.
I write, I write about bad things turning good then bad again.
Like an endless cycle, it's my life.

The lady wants to read what I write.
I don't let her.
I'm not dumb, I know what she is doing.
She wants to find out what my life was before this past week in this room.
I don't let her.

Today she made me take a shower.
I barely move to wash myself.
I sing to myself,
I sing that song Mom sang to me when I was a same child when I couldn't sleep.
I would kill to have those days back.

She says that tomorrow,
Tomorrow we're going to leave and go to a new home.
I don't want to but it seems I have no choice.
I don't know what is going to be in the other side of the door,
But I know that it won't be a happy mom and dad.

Today,
Today we're leaving this white room
Today I'm apparently going to a home.
Whose?
I don't now.

New pathways are everywhere, but it depends on if you go down the ones or keep waking in the same direction until you hit a dead end. It's always hard to go down the right ones, but we learn from the mistakes that come from that one pathway. So explore and learn.