Sometimes I feel confined
to nothing and to everything,
but mostly to discontentment
and the crippling thought of failure.
I feel as though centuries will pass
and the things around me
will grow into diamonds and pearls
but here I’ll be as a chunk of coal,
with the same feeling of confinement
to nothing and to everything
but mostly to discontentment
and the crippling thought of failure.

And suddenly I’ll wonder why I accepted
what I easily could have changed.