Panic. worry. guilt. self loathing. confusion.
Passion? drive?
the road goes on without me. one foot and then the other as i try to keep up. The sidelines beckon for my time. There is too far to go. Too many hills i must cross. I must make it to the end.
I wake many mornings with a tired mind. It races all night. fighting for something. when i wake, the road stretches out in front of me again. I can see the span of my days journey and the hills i must over come. The first steps are cold. it is hard to get started. Somehow I have managed this far.
Sometimes i step off this road. I take a hand an am pulled from my toil, but my mind is never free.
Panic. worry. confusion.
when i sleep i seldom rest. I keep racing.
i wake. and am tired.
One foot and then the other.
Hope.
I must make it to the end.