Why Don'T I Poem by Keith Foley

Why don't I do the things I want to do?
My thoughts soar free, but my heart's not true.

A part of me is separate, far and away,
my life seems a flash, gone in a day.

Fear has my dreams, just out of reach,
I'm drowning in emotion, searching for relief.

I live a seperate life, inside my tiny brain,
living the life I'm not, hiding away the pain.

Why don't I follow this tiny spark of hope?
'Cause at the end of each endever, I'm hanging from a rope.

I can't get passed this feeling deep down inside,
a feeling of two mountains, ready to collide.

I feel so helpless, desperate and afraid,
I can't get passed this obstical, my life I want to trade.

Once I make the trade, I see a spark of hope,
I make needed changes and put away my rope.

This dream I see, now underway,
I'm driven to persue it, till my final day.

I need to catch this slippery little fish,
It's my life long ambition, nay, it's my daily wish!