Held Back by Little Worlds

I remember much of the people I wanted to be when I was sober.

I remember a life I wanted to live when I knew what it meant to be alive.

I strive for meaning in a world intent on assigning value to waifs and self-indulgence.

Stomping, running and then yielding ... will open the world to our tired eyes.

We want to prance like those who came before us but we're held back by fear of the little worlds we think we're better than.