A fear of not being successful.
Does life seem like it should have an end of success or not?
Is there an end goal or a processed means
I'd say I live within subtle success
A flowing pool of correct direction
Because if you say your fear is not succeeding
If you don't reach this ideal of success
Is your life not seen as a failure?
How irrelevant it seems for a lifetime to have a mark of pass or fail
You are not quite refined and you will never be
But slowly and surely you move towards that mold

And to be simply put, I like people who are moving as well
The static kind stay in their spot
Barely unchanging
Has their idea of progression fallen at lost?

Has mine yet, will it ever?
Because once you're figured out we can only look backwards into you