Another chapter that I have given.
Yet the words are still unwritten.
The clock is ticking, but my mind is still stuck.
Stuck in a place where the birds no longer sing.
Where the ocean has no tide.
Moving on is all that seems right.
The problem is when will my ride arrive.
I gave you a part of me that is still being written.
Yet I feel like this chapter will never be finish.
Misconception 