While in angst, I’m not lively enough.
If my priority is my worry, from
banter to canter, there’s no joy.
Worries shift from center to none.
If my interiority defines myself by
the way I gallop, I’ll be a journey
without inferiority. I’ll be a success
for my effort, not for the abdication
of my priorities. What is precious
to you, might not be the indication,
of my maturity. Don’t measure yourself
through abstractions, count the effort.
May the ability to overcome yourself
conquer your desire to be praised,
conquer fear by confronting yourself
to do what you believe is impossible
to change. The route shows beauty,
easy it is to see just the question
dyed above the entrance of what's ahead.
While in angst, raise your laboriousITY.
to be lively despite hardships ahead.