Staggering on the cusp of this restless awakening.
Caught between a harsh reality and a dream doomed never to be.
There is no realizing this destiny.

Now so tired shuffling through the day dragging the weight.
Overwhelmed by such a feat as this.


Letting these hopes, letting these hopes effectively shut you down.
Having your hands tied by your own ambition
And you would stay here all your life a beast of burden to this fascination of this unattainable giant.


Hope is nothing if tomorrow is all you have.
And all these dreams will kill themselves in your waking hours if there is no focus on this moment.

The only concrete certainty is right now and what you do with it.
What will you do with this?


Bide your time or make your move.
Stack your chips or cut it loose.
There is no right answer. there is only now.