Stop this train

Before:

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like home
But all I feel's alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul
Either way I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdict-less life
Am I living it right?


After:
When you gonna wise up, boy?
You are hiding in your mind
Working all the time
Trying to make it better than you got it
And you've been spending all your time searching for a sign
That's never gonna look the way you want it
I think you better wise up, boy

This is the two phases of my life spanning over the last 353 days described in the golden lyrics of two of John Mayer's best.

I wish I could write about my quarter life crisis, paint a glorious picture with words.But as the only follower of my blog said, all this is really stupid and I'm just fussing over things I can't change.
Can't thank you enough for that H.