So is this it?
Will I just shape me,
Acting so it all happens the same?
In a circle ever more,
Self-fulfilling Prophecy,
Self-Efficacy.

I can't let this happen again
But the feeling waits to pour out
And one story written
Is the other one killed.
The other born still.

The words tingle my tongue
The idea chills my heart
The inspiration gives me goose bumps
The deeds accelerate my soul

So I am stuck in limbo
And warily dance about
the situation at hand.
And write this poor excuse
(I dread to hear the death knell)
For a poem.