Butterflies flit around in my stomach.
My blood boils, and I feel sick.
I've tried so hard to ignore it -
Dreams for the future,
Dreams that seem so impossible to attain.
Am I too lazy to try, or am I afraid?
Success scares me as much as failure.
So, I stay frozen waiting patiently for my fire
To melt my apathy and hopefully,
Breathe some of its life into me.