By tikatarot on Skatehive
The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, I sat before the canvas, the vision would stay pure once it met the heavy pull of my own clumsy hands, The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, every mistake felt like a betrayal of my own purpose that burned behind my fears because I lacked the faith, The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, I wanted the world to see the brilliance I whispered to myself in the dark how much I have yet to learn, The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, am I truly capable of facing all my frustration of my own expectations without turning away in shame, The distance between the my dream and the scarred reality remains, it is a bitter medicine to realize that the shoes on my feet don't mean I’ve reached the destination while the masterpiece I promised is still a ghost… The mirror of my own inadequacy reflects a truth I tried to hide, I hung my worth on the wall