This feeling of discontentment must leave,
I've become so impatient to things that take time
Always.
Patience has left me stranded somewhere between
the beginning and the finish line.
The worst place to be.
I focus on what's dangled in front of me,
but I don't have long enough arms to reach
my vision is blurred to what is around me
it's binding.
my heart pounds with purpose,
my eyes fill with motivation
yet despair falls from them.
Overwhelmed.
Sometimes.
Bring me back to the beauty in mystery,
the hype of what if's
There I was content.
Expectant.
Excited.
Happy.
