Labor

Today I noticed something about myself

What a great topic to start off with

We all lose ourselves, our enthusiasm

My joy in writing drawn like my openness to new sounds

Is it a worthy excuse that we've traveled around the sun a few rounds?

My ex girlfriend blamed herself for changing me from happy go lucky

I blame myself for trying to keep the first world problems behind me

I blame my mobile device for private moments I share to the public

Ruined intimate moments we share can lead to be toxic

With no warning I lost the last five years to my goals

Only to end up celebrating by creating some more

What used to tickle my funny bone can't even make me react

I've lost myself, my enthusiasm as a matter of fact