by msfullphat
@ 2008-04-21 - 08:21:18
who else am I
that I do not spend every waking hour of every day here
with my words and the melodies they play?
what sought of tuneless misery am I embracing
shifting meaningless from one foot to another
paying and displaying such a cursory respect
to my life
to being
A live.
exhibiting such a lack of discipline
waiting for who to say
it can begin?
as if I am only allowed to be
more than I currently am
when some-one other or something other
tells me
permits me
I have no chains
other than a shrinking mind
fearing rebuff
I seek decline.
How easily could I step and shake
this flimsy shackle of self doubt
I will try harder
I will succeed
that I know is all it takes
and thus the future
the me inside
is freed.
2008-04-21 @ 09:14