Asking myself why is a

Asking myself why is a constant. By extension asking myself how will-arise under any new possibility. I take a step back and peer at all the obstacles residing in my way; making mockery at my current position. I try my hardest to not just be a dreamer, instead a doer. But energy is short for the amount of work burdening my shoulders. Afraid to step in uncharted territory, for it only amounting to nothing halfway through.

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