A Too Familiar Place

As the world spins 'round,
I'm stuck in one place,
with a halfway broken heart
and a too familiar face.

All I see is darkness,
not even artificial light,
so I remain still and listen,
watching my faith become my sight.

I've poured out my soul
into one, broken being
for whom I struggle so,
which causes his instant fleeing.

My heart is in the right place,
but I'm doing everything wrong.
With a far too impatient being,
too far into the future I long.

I don't want to give up yet,
for fear the outcome will surely cause pain,
and with my whole heart I love,
but a strength and hope, I feign.

I cannot hope to roam once more,
but this too familiar face
is far too sick of being stuck
in this same familiar place.