Thinking of better ways to spend my days,
and more productive outlets for my creative energy,
should be always at the top of my list of things to do.

Like so many others with similar stories
I seem to dream without motion.
Stills that flash across my complacent mind.
Frozen images that serve to move me temporarily.

Sitting and staring at a night sky or the
blinding glare of a sunlit afternoon.
Buildings rise and fall in seconds
as I seek immortality.

Glory of the highest order,
the adoration and praise of a nation.
All bought without a single drop of sweat.

Is the fear of failure
so intrinsic to who I am that I am doomed
to walk this line of mediocrity
until the day I die?

Will it be me that sits against the wall
without a clue as to how a lifetime could have
slipped through my fingers like so much sand
on a crowded beach?

I will say it again,
and again I will turn away from the
visions of what my life could be.

I dream in still flashes of brillant moments.
Maybe one day I'll have a flash of brillant motion that might propell me
forward into a new era of acheivement, risk and success.

Until that day I shall wonder,
is it my fate that dooms me or merely a will to accept fate.