Sometimes I see hope just as it is sucked under the violent currents of my raging sea...
I can almost touch the light, but it evades me like before; like always...
I've sought change, but when I find it, it repulses me...
I scream through my muffled dreams into the quite of the night...
The reality is that I "chose" this life.
There was no grand scheme to place me within the constraints of the choices that I've made...
The question is now, can I repair some of the damage that I've caused myself?