Poem - (not) a New Start

it was sunny and warm, but it felt frozen, somewhat bleak; i felt bare.       new walls;       new halls;    a new hell. it was like a fairytale;       all too familiar,  and just as unkind. off-white bricks old foam ceilings vile tiles, a floor so common and most people, all the same.      just as before. there are no maps for this journey, just like there wasn't the last time "is this really what you want?" take the chance. do your art. what a  waste.