What is it that seems…

Too big

Too distant

Too mysterious

Of a goal

What is it that…

You fear

Or desire

But each time you picture it

You cannot see yourself in it

Perhaps it’s time

You dip your feet

In that pool of uncertainty

Stir the pot

And cause some trouble

Fuck around a little

And find out

What the fuss is all about

Perhaps

You are making

A mountain

Out of an anthill

And the suffering

Is bigger in your head

Than in reality

Or perhaps not

But do it anyway

And know for sure

Unmask the mystery

Peel it off

Layer by layer

Peep inside

And let your eyes see

The depths you are capable of