I guess I’m scared.
I try and try, until I feel I’m there.
Then I stop. Only aware,
Of my shortcomings. Scared.
Everything seemed to be in place.
On the verge of SOMETHING GREAT, I swear.
Yet, I feel only disgrace.
As I can only stare.
My dreams, over there…
I am nowhere.
I can’t care.
I’m running in place.
They all look and stare.
What if I am losing the race?