It’s the gut wrenching feeling that gloomingly sits inside the top part of the heart that croaks:
“But I’ve what it takes. No one understands yet. You wait and see”
It’s a miasma that pulls your thigh, your lower back, your neck, into a tiny rectangular box:
“This is my magical being. It shall do all the things that no one will know about”
It’s the jaw muscles clenched together, wouldn’t let go of the teeth in between its bones:
“I won’t end like this. I will get somewhere. Surely there’s a better place”
Ah, but may I ask: what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of the glory and the warm and the victory?
For there shall be a downfall that lurks behind your back, a bubbly days after the dark night.
But keep on at it. Keep on.
5.3.2020
Ralph with Coffee 