The Impossible Journey By Jasen Sousa
The Impossible Journey
The ending is no where in sight,
and my future exists at the end of the road.
Inside a hazy blur, a mirage of my might.
Energy and enthusiasm I once had has significantly slowed.
Countless hours wondering if I will have the strength to endure?
Hands on my hips, quivering blue lips, thoughts skip, road covered in mist.
I used to possess such confidence, but now I’m not so sure.
The impossible journey is one of those one way trips.
My talents and gifts are of no use to me now.
Without my physical strength, just my mind.
You can see fear carved into my angled brow.
The impossible journey is a road I must walk blind.
The journey will always be impossible
as long as I continue to think that it is, under my breath.
The journey will only be possible
if I take the first step.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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The ending is no where in sight,
and my future exists at the end of the road.
Inside a hazy blur, a mirage of my might.
Energy and enthusiasm I once had has significantly slowed.
Countless hours wondering if I will have the strength to endure?
Hands on my hips, quivering blue lips, thoughts skip, road covered in mist.
I used to possess such confidence, but now I’m not so sure.
The impossible journey is one of those one way trips.
My talents and gifts are of no use to me now.
Without my physical strength, just my mind.
You can see fear carved into my angled brow.
The impossible journey is a road I must walk blind.
The journey will always be impossible
as long as I continue to think that it is, under my breath.
The journey will only be possible
if I take the first step.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©