Subtle Pressures and Drastic Decisions

Life is like a bad repeat of a song. 

Subtle but durable

Wallowing in my own emptiness.

My emotions pure and simple. 

No one is truly there to listen. 

I could care less about this life

But willing to help a hand without a price. 

I do want to press reset. 

That's a simple test. 

I can't necessarily press reboot

That is a borderline mess. 

I can fast forward

To the dreams I can move towards

But it seems to backfire

Or possible self destruct like a short circuited telephone wire. 

There are 7 billion people on this planet I have not met. 

Or have the chance to meet whether I want to or not.

195 countries I have not visited yet. 

That is something I need to sort out. 

Yet I'm stuck in this insignificant town

Being pressures into making decisions about my future. 

When I barely know who I am or to be found.