My ambition soars, cut
By the anxious thought
How can this be fair
All opportunity and invested care
Into me and yet I crumble
It’s only the first hurdle
The battle up there
I care I swear
Enough to starting pulling out my hair
As opposed to jotting down my thoughts
The jumbled tangle is a mess
Of sorts to sort
But the path wasn’t supposed
To turn a sharp left
Into the depths of the towering
Mountain
How small am I
How small
And I lost the roadmap
To get back on track
I want to sit, find a bench in the clear
Just to make it all disappear
If I stay the pain remains far away
But will forever be near
Still the view oh it’s enticing wouldn’t it be nice
To be on that summit
The idea oh god I love it
I’d cry but it feels strange
For this problem is arranged
By me, society
Liberating in a cage
Instead I stay
So long rooted to the spot
I feel like a tree growing
Up my branches bare
A little sun and she could blossom
Oh to dream to dare
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