I get gone too easily
Hot on the heels of triumph I abandon it for greater things
And I’m left bored and searching
Emulating a childhood hero, I suppose
I have a life now
Full of great things
But I’m not ready or able
But I’m even more than willing
I’ll go down with my dreams and the countless stars I’m used to pinning wishes onto
I’ll grow my nails sharp and dig in to this stuff
Soon I’ll have to
It will be a matter of survival
Perhaps that’s why I’m so reluctant now
When faced with the steepest mountain imaginable, the flat ground feels more enticing than ever
It’s an awful curse but I’ll shed it soon enough
I value my willpower to some odd unrealistic degree
But right now I’m basking in my old home town with the best friends I’ve ever had
And this stagnancy is comforting
Steady water to swim in
And all I have to do is swim and sing
But sacrifice is impending but it’ll be for the greater good
And for the pretentious sake of art I love to attach myself to
There are many ways this could go terribly wrong
I could crash and burn
So I’m coasting
Cruising with my beloveds holding on to some semblance of creativity in the process
As long as this small thing I’ve incased myself in succeeds-
I know that I haven’t failed yet
And even at it’s worst-
This steppingstone allows me to see them again
My muses
And before I leave for some daunting adventure
This must be what’s best
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