Don’t let the fact that
You,
Love,
Your frightened
Limited
“world”
You’re tiny
Safe little bubble
Comfort zone
And first-world problems
become the basis
of you placing your
Limits
On me
Those are
Your fears
Your limitations
Your unwillingness
Your inabilities
Your insecurities
Your anxieties
Your bullshit
Go right ahead and
Keep your blinders on
Play it “safe”
Play it small
Tone it down
Stay in the harbor
On the shore
Enjoy your tunnel vision
Stifle your own dreams
Make your own excuses
Go on ahead and wait for
“One day”….
But keep your shallow
Toxic
Shriveled
Small-minded
Limited
“World” view
Away from me and my dreams
Because mine are
Limitless
My vessel will sail
I’ll lose sight of the horizon
To find a million
Beautiful worlds
You can’t even imagine
And that will never exist for you
About the Creator
Mary Padilla
I’m a rider and a writer, here to give it a go.
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