Rushing through the waters knee deep,
I see only the distant end’s green,
I kick and jump, no matter what,
Like in the dense marsh, I am caught.
Also a strange fear catches me similarly,
Is that entire green, do I want it really.
No dearth of muscle, no fear of failure,
Impedes me better, than my own self.
A paradox between a vision and a want,
Arising from character and personality.
I suffer the wrath from one to the other.
A simple soul, should I bear anymore?
Or just get myself to ramble and roll.
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