Tunnel Vision

Staring at a dark night painted by translucent clouds and saddened thoughts, I write… How dumb was I to preach that complacency could constitute ones demise, only to later make complacency my home. You know they say the bigger you are the harder you fall and here I am at the peak of my game getting up with blood shot eyes and a scarred face. I made complacency my home, and now it seems that this lovely abode has turned into a dark tunnel with a dim light of hope in my hindsight… Fuck… I should turn around and take off in a full out sprint towards this light but I don’t want to… All I want is a new starting line.