Broken record

I feel like I dug myself a groove,
and the way it keeps repeating,
Man, I must really love the tune,
so used to spinning,
till I couldn’t see the room,
then one day I started skipping,
thinking, this isn’t how I move,
this isn’t me,
isn’t how I’m supposed to be,
almost let a needle,
convince that it would set me free,
almost let the tweedles,
make me one with the trees,
Itchy beetles in my skin,
my breath was under the breeze,
we all turn up,
but the bottles I was poppin,
made a sound like maracas,
had me shaking, had me faking
felt it was so hard to stop them
But no, I told myself,
I promise I’m not him,
Found a few morals,
tried too hard to adopt them,
but habits tragic,
I missed the everyday magic,
pissed that everyday had had it’s,
residue from the last bit,
hoped that it would work itself out,
trying to exorcise demons,
but it only made them stronger,
they were there for a reason,
and just cause I had them,
didn’t mean I need keep them,
found a way to release them,
baby, this is achievement,
made moves,
turned in from new vectors,
dangled from different angles,
saw from whole new perspective,
old and new me,
I knew that both were connected,
I allowed myself some goals,
proud I had broke my own record