One day.

For tonight once again I wonder what the hell I am doing.
The overwhelming feeling of failure won’t leave my mind.
The need to succeed is almost paralyzing my movement.
I need to move forward, but I question every step.
I need to take the jump with my eyes closed, but I keep looking down.
I keep focusing on the landing, and not the fall.
When you want something so bad that it hurts, well it fucking hurts.
You know the determination you have.
The knowledge in that think skull of yours.
Some how you are too eager. You want it too much.
Now I am truly confused.
I don’t know where to go, and when I find a path I start to sprint.
They only want a jog, they are thrown aback.
I am too much, this is the story of my life.
One day they say.
One day.