Could it be?
My creativity has stalled for so long
That the stick figures I drawn has spawned and moved on?
Every dawn i meet with a blank stare in my eye
To disappear inside myself like a flare in the sky
Asking why in cycles, the repetition repeats
Every mission to beat the tension is incomplete
Defeat seems to be breaking apart at the seams
My heart harbors a lake of incarcerated dreams
A means to an end? I failed to launch from the start
Courage harnessed out of reach marching in dark
It's a spark, a faint light flickering through a soul
A fight to never stop, give up and quit on a goal
Self control, barely keeping the variants clear
Hands worn to the bone keeping this chariot steered
Bury your fear, keep striving, embrace time
It only took one sunset to remind me. . . the world is mine
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