Life isn't a spectator sport,
But oh God,
The way I live mine,
You'd think it was.

Watching it all from the sidelines,
A benchwarmer for my own game.
Neck deep in thought about the way
I can't seem to get a hold of anything,
Anymore.

Responsibility,
From far away and in the dark,
Looks like an attractive prospect,
But up close and in the light,
It's high definition terror at its finest.

"Get a grip and get it together,"
"I can't," I whisper.

I know the answers to all of my questions,
But I lack the motivation and optimism
Saved for those who are worthy of living
A life in the light.

The eternal struggle of needing experience
To gain experience.
Be good and be good at it.

I'm fine.