Will I build My own Freedom or Prison?

I'm Afraid...

I'm Afraid, I'm Afraid, and I'm Afraid

That I'm not brave

To put the time

To make commitments

To clearly define

A set goal or purpose

As I want the idealistic

Because it's like hell trying to make my own dreams realistic

...

As much as I wanna-

Talk desires and boast

of dreams of grandeur

That small satisfaction can keep me real poor

Never attaining what's grander

Through the fog I meander

I may feel like the man if I talk about my plans

But that small dose

of false hope

Can undermine my hands

...

Heck, My

Plan of Action

Won't gain any traction

If I continue to want to stay in the fog

Progressional Lack will continue to hog

If I sit to decay like a bump on a log

The rest of My time that I have for all days

I'm Afraid that I won't change

Or that I even become regressive

I need to Six Sigma this;

Initiate, Plan, Execute

to become something impressive

I need to trust in the process of moving forward with progress

If I map out the chain I can Lean out the process

Accelerating the progress

...

I'll build a portfolio, make something significant

Gather experiential credentials

Walls of Certificates

The depression stagnation of doing nothing is something I've lived in

The wallowing muck is a self-made prison

Self-pity, Despair

Self-loathing, no Care

Introspection, Glass Lake, God's Eye, into it I stare

Diving to the bottom of my problems I didn't have to hold my breath

The deeper I dove the pressure relieved, no less

...

If I don't push myself forward to see what I can do

I'll be surrounded by ghosts at my bedside, several shades of different hues

Death waits for me in the end,

in this I know I can't pretend

There's only so much of my life that I can extend

...

Denying trials and tribulations is like denying greatness,

It's denying who I am!

I want to build a Life of Freedom! Not a prison to live in.