Afraid of getting it; afraid of losing it!
Placing obstacles in my own path as I
Raced toward destiny; one foot on the brake.
Where do I find my misplaced purpose?
How was my God given gifts spent?
Questions, I care not to ask.
Keeps many a soul, anchored in procrastination.
We pacifying our drive and need to overcome,
By basking in the fulfillment of other people's achievements.
Wasting of life comes merely, by way of a single fear.
A few chosen, will etch their portrait in the souls of men,
But the rest of us, just leave it blank!