I get too caught up in reality and can't break out.
Sometimes, I limit my abilities by confining to the box.
Feeling obligated to give what is expected, rather than sharing what I feel.
I'm stuck in a comfort zone that isn't as comfortable as it seems.
It lacks vision, direction and discipline...
I'm left with ciaos; but that is where I thrive.
I sometimes ether myself for the opportunity to over come.
No man alive can tell me what is attainable; I decide.
My dreams aren't conceptualizations, they are destinations.