The perfect escape route.

Life is like a tunnel.
You don't know where you're going
but do we really want to?
Do we really want to see our future pain?
Who dies first?
Who's left grieving?
Who suffers worst?
But on the other hand
do we really want to see what makes us happy?
Would our lives turn into a movie we've already seen
and make those amazing moments that build your soul
whether they're good or bad,
Meaningless shit we've already seen?
Do we really want to die twice?
Feel the horrible pain and darkness of death over and over?
Depending on how many times we see see death before us and
Evade its eager clutches?
Do we really want to know what fate lies ahead of us?
So we never see.
Whether its because some tiny part of us knows its ugly,
a tiny part that resists the urge,
the urge that some people fight and win,
fortune tellers and gypsies
they grasp what we never will,
they are stronger than all of us,
yet we think they're mad..
While we resist we think,
I mean never seeing the future should let us concentrate on
the now right?
wrong.
Instead we get so caught up in the past we loose ourselves in
our guilt and insecurity.
We agonise ourselves over every little mistake we make
Every little fall we fell
Every little stutter of the person we really are we show
We kill ourselves everyday
Everyday that person deep down inside shrinks deeper and deeper
inside ourselves until eventually we can never reach them.
Not even the most extensive coaxing can bring them out
Not the deepest truest love
and nothing is stronger than that.
We screw ourselves over more and more
we are our biggest problem.
But this tunnel of ours,
it cant tolerate our shit.
Every sad thing that happens digs us a hole,
every guilty thought that eats away at us,
well it eats away at the soil beneath us,
every comment that we let hurt us,
digs us deeper and deeper until we can't get out.
We all know when we're in it,
we all feel that loneliness,
That total and utter despair of rotting in a dark scary hole,
So we get it over and done with,
we jump off bridges,
we stab pencils into our brains,
we slice open our bodies,
all to get out of this stupid hole that we alone dig.
But the thing is that we did dig it,
we have the power to dig it,
we are the power
we control it,
but we let it control us.
But we need to take that control back,
we need to un-dig what we've dug.
Un-do what we've done,
Un-justify the things that seemed right at the time but are so wrong,
things that we let ourselves spew over for how long?
too long.
So here we have it.
The perfect escape route:
Ourselves.
We climbed down,
though we think we fell,
we climbed,
willingly,
into the clutches of possession,
into this darkness and despair,
so we climb back up.
In theory its the easiest thing,
in reality,
it's going to be a heck of a job.
But the main thing is that we believe it.
Believe we can climb.
Because we can.
And we will.
We will climb.