I keep reading

hoping something, anything,

will help; inspire.

That it will give me some

unknown wisdom

I have yet to discover.

Reading, reading, reading

a well-oiled, perfected machine

devouring one word after another.

I'm close, so close

I can feel it

with ever fiber,

waiting for that one thing

to make everything

POP!

My writing,

My soccer ability,

My speech,

Myself.

So close I can see it

off in the distance,

a finger touch away.

I can taste it

but some...

Some invisible force

holding my shoulders, chaining

my feet to the ground

making the glass ceiling

bullet proof.

I can't get through,

can't break the barrier.

stuck in this

mediocre

life.