Doing my best
to look inside
but I found nothing
No shame, no pride
Ambition-less swine
just existing
But I cannot believe that it true
That I could be so incomplete
And so unsatisfied with who I am
So I'm doing my best to look inside
To confront the fears I hide behind
because I've reached a point
Where no matter how far I do run
I find myself always at another starting line
The course is the same, every time
So...linear, an arrow down a hallway
But what would happen, If I did decide
To slow down a little
And allow myself to recognize
That my time is finite
That my ignorance is willful
That I deserve to grow as those around me have
and to not be such a defeatist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem