There's a mind
in a state of unrest,
wrestling with the gifts
it's been blessed

Stagnant on the border
of two sides-
amid appetite,
logic,
and compromise

The boundaries are blurred
for failure and success,
trapped in a limbo
by buttons
not pressed

Scaling sleek sides
panics all that pertain,
in understanding the chance
they'll be no acclaim

This is what fumes
in the belly of an ego,
drowning the frail
in the surge
as the sea goes

And like a body of water
on coasts of the flesh,
a calm cannot soothe
these waves
of unrest