I remember a time

I remember a time

when I could just do it

without thinking

and I'd do a victory lap - twice.

Now, I second-guess myself

I stumble in this haze

of self-inflicted doubt

bowing before the throne

of paralyzing procrastination.

I remember a time

when my opinion

was sought after

and my voice

was a beacon

to those stuck next to the road.

Now, I have engine trouble

next to a road I'm not sure

I should have been on.

Guess the fable was spot on - 

Not knowing where I'm going

has taken me places

I did not want to be

and the overdue account

charged to my numb heart 

silenced these nagging voices

until

I remember a time....

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, but sometimes not knowing where one is going is the greatest sport of exploration. I wonder why everything has to be planned so. But I suppose the older we get, the more inclined we are to become lost or need directions and things once exhilarating become fearful. Here's to happy destinations, regardless of plans. Good read.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Yeah, you have a point....next I’ll attempt one praising the joys of random chaos....thanks for reviewing

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Actually, Emerson touched on that in his essay,
"Conformity and Consistency" ...not chaos so much however as the joy of non-conformity. Sometimes I think I'd like to go off the grid and go walkabout a bit. Cheers.

[Ardra]

I did not want to be
and the overdue account
charged to my numb heart
silenced these nagging voices
until
I remember a time....

mmmm ... kind of painful undertone... to this one