Asperations

          Asperations

Like snakes in a can, I long to launch into the heavens, shocking all who see me.

But instead, I lie stuck in a tar called sorrow.

I fear the thought of future has us losing our mindfulness of today.

My heart aces for those around me.

I wish to see all of you waking into your greatest success, but bondage lies in your wake due to your feeling of hopelessness.

Hmm…

Hopelessness,

A man I’m well acquainted with.

My mind is always racing.

Going forward and back like a train, or rising and falling like the moon.

When I'm awake, I find myself stuck in a cycle that was crafted for me.

Aspirations built by Passion, yet Fear is the conductor, and he only sees the way in or out. Incapable of turning or making a change.

Most days I have no problem with him. His cycles... they bring comfort. The kind that warms you like hot tea down a cold gullet.

Unlike Passion.

That bastard,

That bastard taunts me... he is always there shaking an idea in the air likes its today’s hottest news.

He requires Fear to swap his seat with Confidence; a man I am far from familiar with during this wake.

He has ever been the mountain in the distance.

Though…

It’s a different story in my sleep.

There, I am a different man.

I embrace Passion and Confidence like we are brothers, accomplishing all I desire. There is nothing we can’t concur.

One day, I may never wake. I may find myself with Confidence in the conductor’s seat, leading me to my greatest aspirations.

That will be it.

That's when I can launch like snakes from a can.