The image of success
The idea of it
Subjective at the least
What it is to you
What it is to me
What it means, a difference of opinion
Don’t obsess over other’s definitions
The image of success
The idea of it
Subjective at the least
What it is to you
What it is to me
What it means, a difference of opinion
Don’t obsess over other’s definitions
I don’t know why I keep this up
It’s only for myself
Nobody cares for me
And I care for no one else
My personal hell, laid out on the page
People take a glance, then carry on their way
So many days
So many years I’ve invested
Always in the red
One sided transactions
If consistency is key, I might be nearing my escape
Small box where I languish
Spend all of my days
Wave after wave of letters
Cresting, endless rhythm
Washing over me as chains assure of my position
Ocean floor
Running out of breath
Breaking out is the beginning
Next comes the ascent
Undiscovered
Undisclosed
Secret mind
Secret body
Loosely defined form
Seen far less often
Uncommon
Undervalued
Undesired
Overwhelmed
Keeping quiet ’til there’s no one left to tell