Here I am, complacent
Watching others chasing dreams
With a curious inclination
Did they wait for all lights to turn green?
Here I am, complacent
Day to night, night to day
Is my purpose not so blatant?
Did I lose my way?
Here I am, complacent
Wondering should I take the plunge?
Is it fear that holds me impatient?
Should I just stop and lunge?
Here I am, complacent
Not complacent, just obsessed.
The universe knows intention
Note to self: TRUST THE PROCESS.
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