brain drain 7/7

Somehow I've lost my bearings, my self assuredness. I feel strange and unsure, and its been growing for years. I wonder if I grew up too early, if I think too much and my naiveté ran away. I used to write and write and dream and now I wake up, go through my day, and fall asleep.

Then again, isn't "just living" better? Maybe I'm just worrying about it too much, and maybe my worry obscures what's right, what I feel and know deep down.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to accept life as simple. I wonder if I'll stop writing the same thing over and over, and I wonder if I'll be fun and free and easy again.