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Now That's Doubt
I can’t keep doing this anymore
Fantasizing about everything I want to be ain’t getting me nowhere.
Opinions are waving from give more to give up.
What I want out of life is beginning to get hazy.
Every decision is questioned.
Even this simple declaration of finalization is harder.
Just practice what you know and all desires will show.
They (the pros and critics) want rhyme and simile.
I need to speak interpersonally.
My style is quite free
Like a bird in a tree
As sunshine rays grows a seed in the soil,
The inner working of me grow trouble toils
Maybe aiming to please is a destine downfall
Perhaps if train the brain to refrain from pain and maintain gains the nays wouldn’t rain on my parade.
Feelings are deep, but sometimes they are reached.
And those emotional voices intervene.
And this is how they speak,
“Give up, why pretend?”
“Even the great ones have an are they won’t lend, some are even rolling over in their graves.”
“Be still, let’s be real!”
“You really aren’t making anything of yourself.”
Deadly doubt has struck again
Cool confidence is now in a rut
Simple self is ready to fall and become something else.
How ever do I get through it all?
