Quicksand

I see everyone,

Climbing the steps,

Crossing the roads,

Creating new paths,

While I look at myself,

With all these roadblocks,

As I stand in quicksand,

That grips me tighter,

Straying me further,

From wherever I want to be.

They say, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be,

And it'll make sense one day,

So, here's me,

Sinking in the quicksand,

And hoping there's a world on the other side,

Where I am a better person than now.