What can I do
Seeing the beginning hrough
What looked like a simple task
Revealed a challenging mask
What I now must ask
What is the drive of a dream
Driving, pushing, ripping with steam
When steam is less of a stream
A trickle slowly flowing
Regrouping a new batch of fury
When it is needed in such a hurry
I knew that challenges would come up
Disrupt my path of commitment
Inner sentiment rattled
In an industry of noise and clatter
Struggling to find what matters
What is clear and concise
Hold on to notes more precise
A harmony that unites
Rather than divides
The stories coming from other story tellers
Tell the same story as mine
In a world less than divine
Struggles and distractions are what they find
I see the same hopes and failures
Hoping for grit to set sail