The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, every mistake felt like a betrayal of my own purpose that burned behind my fears because I lacked the faith,
The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, I wanted the world to see the brilliance I whispered to myself in the dark how much I have yet to learn,
The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, am I truly capable of facing all my frustration of my own expectations without turning away in shame,
The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, it is a bitter medicine to realize that the shoes on my feet don't mean I’ve reached the destination while the masterpiece I promised is still a ghost…
The mirror of my own inadequacy reflects a truth I tried to hide, I focused so long on the things I could never change that I let the power of my own awareness slip through,
The mirror of my own inadequacy reflects a truth I tried to hide, there is a weight in the chest when the pride of yesterday evaporates where nothing I made feels special anymore,
The mirror of my own inadequacy reflects a truth I tried to hide, do I have the stomach to admit that my judgment is sharp enough to see how far I’ve fallen from the goal,
The mirror of my own inadequacy reflects a truth I tried to hide, the spirit of disappointment doesn't need an invitation when my vanity is wide open to mock my best intentions…
Awareness is a heavy coat that I must wear every second, it takes a frantic kind of courage to stay at the desk of a man who thought he could capture lightning and thunder all together,
Awareness is a heavy coat that I must wear every second, I wrestled the idea from the stars only to find my limited ability and the constraints of the ink,
Awareness is a heavy coat that I must wear every second, can I endure the silence of a room where my own flaws are the only the gaps I cannot yet bridge from within,
Awareness is a heavy coat that I must wear every second, the transition from a breathless dream to a tangible failure is what drives me to find a version of myself that is real…
The struggle to stay soft when hardening would be so much easier, I wanted to drown out the sound of my own self-doubt but the silence of the unfinished work is a much louder judge,
The struggle to stay soft when hardening would be so much easier, every choice I made was a gamble against my own nature, and I felt too weak to bear the weight of my own existence,
The struggle to stay soft when hardening would be so much easier, will I have enough left in me to hold on until the morning even when the bitterness I grew myself is the thing picking the lock on my own willingness to continue,
The struggle to stay soft when hardening would be so much easier, the idea was all beautiful until I touched it with the hands of a man who is still learning how to separate the power from his own real wishes…
Vision stayed pure in dark
Pride evaporates into humid air
Wrestling a perfection never meant
Bruised and limping from stars
Gambling against my own nature
