Trapped

He has opportunity at every turn but lacks the physical and mental ability to move forward. He can see the exit and has the key to leave, but instead continues to bang his head against the wall.

And then I think of myself. I too am trapped in a room with an open door, the key in my hand. It is the key to walk away from him. But I don't walk.

Just as much as I can’t leave him, he can’t leave his problems. Both of us are stuck in a zone of inertia, although both of us see a way to leave it. Maybe this is why we are drawn to each other. We are on the same stagnant path with the same brand of insanity.