I once was lost, but never was found;
For what I seek is not abound.

I once was incomplete, but never complete;
There are times I feel the need to retreat.

It's hard to understand the world of one who dreams.
Especially when everything isn't what it seems.

It's impossible to imagine the abyss I dare dream in.
Sometimes overwhelming, I seek out the gin.

I once was a survivor, but I've dressed for battle;
And there are times I feel like being prattle.

But what motivates me to wake up each day?
The fear of failing is all I can say.


[ If anyone has better suggestions for a title, I'm listening. ]

like the write...but, you're on your own with the title...

Thanks guys