why do we sleepwalk when we should move with purpose?
that which requires self reliance is the most sacred to behold
i realize what i behold and i defend it fiercely; no usurpers
however strength for evolution of said self is not a trivial feat indeed
to reduce my steps to a level i can keep up with is shameful
is it the fear of a tangible that would define me what slows me?
have i even a definition at all with which to present myself to the world?
its a task i continuously tackle but with no plan, thus no success.
sorrow is an eager muse, self-reflection the subject of my subconscious canvas
basically no one wants a man that isnt of himself, for himself, for his.period.
