Golden State

In this golden state of angels and saints I've lost myself in endless complaints. Lost in problems with which I'd rather not deal 'cause that requires admitting they're all real. I need to find a way to let go. I want all my wasted time back. I avoid fear because I refuse to face the facts. My comfort zone defines me, or maybe it confines me. And I can't find the key to the lock that would let me think outside the box. I need to find a way to get out. I wish I could say I'd feel differently somewhere else, but I've nowhere else to go to compare how this all felt. I want something new, 'cause around here it's just the past that I pursue. There's no way to move on until I get gone. I'm on my way out but I know I'll be back, hopefully with my broken mind totally intact.