Descending Endeavors

Endeavors … they are like horizons,

Ventures that are like the sun when it rises,

But periodically they can be blocked from walls of sorts,

Like my sports.

And there are other obstacles pushing me out of my endeavors,

And it feels like they're pulling my levers,

Making me feel like I can't get to my home-run

To the one.

They're like endless cycles.

The voice in my head that tells me denials:

So that I would make myself distant from them.

It makes me guess I'm at the end of the rim.

My mind is in overload when I'm thinking about goals

When I think I want a stronger soul.

Though when I feel that change, I start to feel strange.

It's like I'm trying to run away from the illusion;

Then I detect a delusion.

When I study my mind, though, I confront my inner foe.

Though there is that glow of hope.

I'm unable to cope.

Thoughts flood my mind

As if I'm in a never ending slide.

A constant chime

Ringing in my conscious

As if I'm lost in time

Causing me to always feel cautious.

There will constantly be complications,

Although there can be different creations.

However, the wasted endeavors will be my finale.

Nevertheless, I will create a new gallery!