Pressure
Suppressed by fear
Fear of dreaming
Fear of failure
My heart slows
Only for it to beat faster
The world chases me
As I am trapped within expectation
Dreamed myself to sleep
Awaken with anxiety
Will I go far?
The pressure is real
To strive
To conquer
To venture
How will I grow?
Without a new journey
There is plenty for me
Potential to adventure
To find truth
To find purpose
Now for the journey
Through the pressure of
Fear itself
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