These words, expressive and
well-meant as they are,
never satisfy.
A craving for more is there,
locked inside a dark room
where all ambition lies,
all potential.
It does not deserve to be
caged down like a dangerous
entity that could disbalance
my state of being.
No, it is there because of me,
because of fear.
Fear of the unknown,
of the potential within the unknown.
A mental chain that runs tight
all around the surface,
limiting the possibility of success,
cementing the possibility of failure.
It is all imaginary, no more real than
a dream that entices to where danger lies.
And yet, there it is,
nudging,
pecking,
persuading,
winning.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
These words, expressive and
well-meant as they are,
never satisfy.
A craving for more is there,
locked inside a dark room
where all ambition lies,
all potential.
It does not deserve to be
caged down like a dangerous
entity that could disbalance
my state of being.
No, it is there because of me,
because of fear.
Fear of the unknown,
of the potential within the unknown.
A mental chain that runs tight
all around the surface,
limiting the possibility of success,
cementing the possibility of failure.
It is all imaginary, no more real than
a dream that entices to where danger lies.
And yet, there it is,
nudging,
pecking,
persuading,
winning.
Another flow of emotions.