Impossible is but a word in the mind,
Floating and lurking behind one's eyes.
Glinting reflections of the world unseen,
Only viewed through one's perspective daydream.
Impossible feasts on worries and doubts,
Parasitic like a carnivorous mouse.
Devouring ideas with will or intent,
Shaping perception until it is bent.
Impossible is a quite nasty creature,
Cloaked in fear and one's dark nature.
It must be defeated, destroyed, thrown out!
Otherwise nothing's possible, without a doubt.