The one that ripples through my brain
never satisfied with that which lands 
squarely in front of me?

And when the goal posts change so drastically
how do I trust which fantasy to strive toward?
is this the knotch which keeps me in limbo?
Never moving forward, but never truly failing

For how can one fail if one never really tries?
though the failing is imbedded in the not trying
as nails in an oak box below sediment 
I’ve heard it all before

What sight shall I set my sails on?
when every sight has an obstacle
which herds me back to the safety of normalcy
The status quo doesn’t quite comfort me
but it doesn’t hurt me.

Yet.