Foggy wall of thoughts
sit carefree within me.
On the endless hill I wonder,
How many more steps,
Does it take for one to consider “Making it”.
How many steps, must I walk.
In fear of tripping on my own mistakes,
Crushing down back to my beginning.
All from my own mind,
Getting in the way.
The sky seems so ordinary,
I wish I could lie to myself,
But my mind gets in the way of any lies I try to tell it.