No change until we get tired. Been travelling down this road so long we think our wrongs are right and our rights are wrong. So use to this road called the comfort zone. When we were tired we didn’t even get a room; Found a man or woman to feel the gloom. We settled there longer than we had planned, Being defined by our new woman or man. Got caught up in what looked and sounded good. Allowing self-love not to rule. Had so many lows that we lost count… Low Spirit, self-esteem and hope, Would’ve hung ourselves but low on rope. What now? What’s the plan? Traveled this road all I can. Same scenery different day, Tried it on my own and I discovered I need a new way. No change until we get tired.