My legs give out
Though the end is in sight
Trying to crawl
My remaining might
Is dwindling still
The finish line nears
I cross it and rest
Let go of my fears
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
My legs give out
Though the end is in sight
Trying to crawl
My remaining might
Is dwindling still
The finish line nears
I cross it and rest
Let go of my fears