It took me a while to put pen to paper,
Sitting in a room from across my neighbor.
Fear of going to work for no reason at all,
Or maybe its the fear that I might just fall.
Anxiety does grip me, making me forget,
That I have a lot to do and I am not living in regret.
The only thing stopping me is the unknown,
Because I’ve been comfortable being alone.
I have lost the need to work around people,
and the need to go to a steeple.
Goals and dreams aren’t going to work,
If pains and sacrifice don’t leave you going berserk.
Consistency is the key,
But it makes me feel like a tree.
Hanging around one place all the time,
I do not feel so sublime.
There has got be something I can do,
Which makes me feel whole and true.
I set my foot upon that stone,
Hoping I don’t get over-thrown.
Tiny steps are what I need,
As well as competition to compete.
Without a challenge, your dreams won’t come true,
So take little steps and you won’t feel so blue.