blueshark

looking back at the wasted site, the crumpled up paper and the books that lie ahead i wonder how much does it take? should i leap and bound towards my dreams or should i take a slow walk towards it instead? a page of dreams a lifetime to wonder do i really have what it takes? do i have that certain something to stand tall against the other rows and piles of neglected manuscript?
i have no clue what the answer is
as my story softly cries
i wonder
i sigh