What happened to that urge
You've come to lean on?
The spirit to succeed.
As necessity.
Still strung you along.
Someone left it burning.
Somewhere shy of eye-shot.
Quietly waned.
Until it winced away.
Then it left you on your own.
But I'm fine.
I swear I'm still trying.
It's just harder to focus.
Lately, where to start.
Success and what it means.
With all its aimless meeds.
Still hovering my head.
But I'm fine.
I swear I'm still trying.
I'm here.
I just need a little bit more time
To spell things out
To break them down
Time to catch my breath
To sit and sort it out
The spirit to succeed
As necessity
Came and ran its course
Quietly waned
Until it winced away
Then it left you on your own
The binding feeling of
Being swept away
Smother under
The weight to create
I can fix this
I can fix this
Smother under your weight
Now they all want something from you
Then just want something else.
Now they all want something from you
What a gracious hole you dug yourself.