Unknown Potential

Crushing thoughts and downcast eyes,

Stifled glances and shuffling feet. 

The weight of the unknown potential crushes, 

All who would aspire to be. 

Destined to weild a scalpel or pen

Alas the apron is thine, 

Should we feel burdened by time passing by? 

Murky skies mix with the mood,

Creating the cocktail they know as life. 

Yet the unbound possibilities lay within these souls. 

The register wails, and so do their spirits. 

The customer screams, 

Yet their passion shouts louder

Fear not for life is not part-time,

This dull existence will bleed dry,

Leaving behind the bones you build upon. 

To create the life that was destined to be. 

Cherish thy little pleasures, 

These glancing cracks in the wall,

They gaze at you, and the dopamine is released,

To tease at the ultimate destiny. 

 

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