The Parasite Impossible

Impossible is but a word in the mind,

Floating and lurking behind one's eyes.

Glinting reflections of the world unseen,

Only viewed through one's perspective daydream.

 

Impossible feasts on worries and doubts,

Parasitic like a carnivorous mouse.

Devouring ideas with will or intent,

Shaping perception until it is bent.

 

Impossible is a quite nasty creature,

Cloaked in fear and one's dark nature.

It must be defeated, destroyed, thrown out!

Otherwise nothing's possible, without a doubt. 

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