Haunted by the things I could have been

Dreaming with my eyes open

Taking the world on by the horns

Terrified of yes

Frustration builds

Am I a failure yet?

Oh the thoughts rumble

Falling down stairs

Tripping on ideas that lay in the street

Is this where my inspiration kicks in? 

Where I realize that I can and will and won’t 

Nothing changes 

Nothing remains the same

In a loop of infinite anxiety 

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