That’s the dream: return to the status quo and revel in your own gratification

regress to an existence that can no longer sustain itself

but the sad fact is where you once belonged no longer exists.

It has metamorphosed into something no longer recognizable to

anyone but you.

When I first got there, I was irate but, more than anything,

I was just exhausted.

I thought my presence there indicated societal rejection

like I was a failure at failing.

Turns out it was acceptance in disguise.

But that’s the truth of it all; stuck is nothing more than a state of mind

and, with the right people in your corner, no power in the world can stop you from breaking free