Completely full, yet I stare blankly…
Paralyzed with thoughts that seem cemented to the inner linings of my brain.
Thoughts that are wild and colorful,
Just waiting to be unleashed into sprints of action,
Yet there is a hesitation.
There is a sudden panic of fear.
Passion can be seen as silliness, or worse insanity…
That cripples me.
I shouldn’t care, but I do.
I need confidence.
I need drive.
I need the carelessness of a drunk, with a sober-mind still intact.
Words speak volumes, but they are so hard to form,
So I stare blankly.