Cycle.

Dreams waiting to be fulfilled.

Stress that can't be relieved.

Too many uncertainties.

One indefinite plan.

Always a different version,

But ultimately the same story.

I am but a character,

Succumbing to the author.

We are all sick of hearing the same tale,

Yet we are trapped in this miserable loop.

A new story is waiting to be written.

A future about to unfold.

The old pages will turn to dust.

Break this cycle, I must.