Inadequacy wraps me in a corpse-like embrace
Whispering sonnets down the back of my neck
It isn't the capture so much as the chase
The inevitable rundown when I try to escape

In my dreams I stare longingly up at the stars
Up at cruel aspirations I can't hope to touch
Failed attempts have left blisters down the length of my arms
And I wake to a world where hope's no more than a crutch

My surrender brings with it a sigh of relief
You can only run so long before your feet start to bleed
So my breathing will slow and I'll fall back to sleep
Back in the arms of inadequacy

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