Alone & Scared

I sit here alone and scared on a Saturday.

With a failed dream staring back at me like a beaten dog that no longer trusts you.

I sit alone in this bed I made.

A bed full of inaction.
A bed with broken glass from the picture frames I threw away.
A bed with crumbs from my last piece of stale bread.

Nearly broken, I still strive for greatness. Ignoring the truth of reality around me.

Delusional about the danger, I push forward.

A call comes in.

Now I am awake.

Sitting with the memories of my failed potential.

So capable, yet so entitled to results. Left in a constant state of inaction.

Entitled little boy, with no sense of reality.

Reality speaks one language, and that is focused effort.

I don’t give a fuck. I am going to win.

That is the only thing that is certain.