Kept awake all night by fear,
Of losing that which I hold dear,
Hoping I can cling to it,
long enough...
Every morning reminding me,
Of everything that's incomplete,
A whole lot more to achieve,
by sundown...
How difficult it is to know,
If I'll ever get where I'm going to,
Or if I'll ever merit what I'm after...
I find myself
incompetent,
But I still manage,
to pretend,
to know where I should be running to.
It's getting harder,
to present,
myself with a decent argument,
to keep my pace and keep me growing,
hoping that I'm not slowing,
down too much...
I'll sleep tonight and wake tomorrow,
with fresh hopes and brand new sorrows,
and deal with the clock thats speeding up everyday...
I'll keep my wits about me as I,
try to get my bearings and strive,
to beat the sun to my own horizons...
And I dream of the day I'll wake,
and find myself where I longed to be...
Then I'll start afresh and find,
another course,
another path,
another outlet for ambitious wrath,
another dream,
another place to be,
and begin with another cautious first step,
another round of personal agony.
