Waiting...

I sit here in much pain

Trying to pen my fears but in vain

What if I don't achieve my goal?

The thought stirs my very soul.

What if you're not able to decide

For the spectrum of choices is quite wide

You question if you'd ever know

The direction in which you're supposed to go.

Never thought it'll be so hard

An inch to me seems a yard

mustering strength, guidance I await

But what if... it gets too late?

Detach from the outcome, I tell myself

While hunting for a book through the shelf

One that'll help distract my mind

And take me away from the daily grind.

Is this how a lover feels?

When before his beloved he kneels

How an actor feels during an audition

An athlete during a competition?

It is for a reason all are there

To vouch for the thing they really care

But what if in the end they come to realize

That they never truly desired the prize?