Set the bar too high and you’ll break your neck just trying to look at it.
Visions and plans I have aplenty
With resolute steps, I go.
I wish to tread where no man has gone,
I wish to be the first to know.
So much I yearn for greater meaning
For purpose higher, I scrounge afar
Yet, restlessly I writhe in the sand
Like the strings of a plucked guitar
I am harangued by time
Every moment, I hear it mock
As I see the hands move slowly
I feel strangled by the clock
I am a monster, possessed.
The monster, its head does rear
Every time the monstrosity inside me
Becomes too much to bear.
Perhaps, grand ambitions must die
So that I may live in peace
Surely, there’s no shame in setting the bar lower
So that you may clear it with ease.