Thought about this

It’s a tale you know?
You can’t help but travel.
For when you relapse,
you can’t relax.
You unravel.

It’s a tale you know?
Endless, endless, endless.
Endless.
Why are we forced to travel, when I don’t care?
I can barely bring myself to bother myself.

It’s a tale you know?
But what is it about?
Who is it for?
It stains my core,
The sharp edge marks me,
as it had many moons ago.

It’s a tale you know?
One I can barely bring myself to travel on.
Only, a single urge.