taunting one or guiding one for lack of discipline to start
hearing words that bark like commands,
then softly cooing the infringing demands
To lay still, unevenly breathing
taking in accounts of the prior evening,
looking back and looking forward,
To catch a glimpse of the cage one conjured.
Here. Now. Inhaling and exhaling.
forgetting air, and what moves thee
Feeling the tension build up profusely
then choking one with self inadequacy
Silence all around the room,
numbing the tension all too soon
drifting off into an imaginary place
One forgets that he is on a race
be here. be the tree planted firmly,
growing tall with roots stretching deeply
take out substance and competition
running towards a self ambition.
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