Attempting to write a poem
Because I have nothing better to do
Certainty does not run through me
Distinct is the goal that lies before me
Eveready to move towards it
Fear runs through me none the less
Given that I have no talent in this
Heaven knows that
I still wish to attempt
Just to prove myself wrong
Kind are those around me as they try to
Level my doubts as they spring
Myself trying to believe them
Not doing very well on that front
Onward I go anyway
Praying I will make it
Questioning myself every step of the way
Reaching deep into my brain for
Something to that will help me continue
This is it, nearly there
Under seven more steps to go
Very close to the end
Will I make it?
Xanadu is in sight
Yes just one more to go
Zest builds up as I make it to the end
Alternative Yoga 