Busy Intersection

I woke this morning with so many things on my mind. It was the wierdest feeling. I woke feeling mentally drained. It feels as if I had a thousand thoughts with a million solutions. I thought about why I even thought about what I was thinking about it. It was once told that "A wise man's question contains half the answer.". If any of that is true then I have many answers. I wonder why we have the freedom to change, but most don't? I wonder why I wake up wanting to change, but I fall asleep the same person. Don't get me wrong. I have grown over time, but I haven't changed. I've evolved from who I once was, but that is the extent of it. I've learned, I've payed attention. But I'm still me........ I'm a loaner, a hater, and I'm everything that you think that I am not. Do you see it? Do you see it through my words. I'm trapped between the lines. Pull me out! I try to pull myself out, but it takes more than one for something great to happen. No great thing is done alone, but great things are thought alone. I've thought of the plan, help me carry it out.

The thoughts that are on my mind are weighing me down. I feel like I weigh a ton. I feel as if I'm at a busy intersection, and the light is green but I can't move. The horns are blowing, the people are yelling, and I'm still as the moment of silence. I hear so many things. So many bad things. No one stops to even think if I'm hurt, all they know is I'm at a intersection, and I'm not moving. I could be sick, my car could be stalled, but know you're all selfish. It's all about your wants. I can't move, or else I would. Trust, I don't want to stay at this intersection, I want to move on. Be that kind person that gets out of the car and ask me to see if I'm ok. Step out of your comfort zone. It won't hurt you.