What happened to that urge You've come to lean on? The spirit to succeed. As necessity. Still strung you along. Someone left it burning. Somewhere shy of eye-shot. Quietly waned. Until it winced away. Then it left you on your own. But I'm fine. I swear I'm still trying. It's just harder to focus. Lately, where to start. Success and what it means. With all its aimless meeds. Still hovering my head. But I'm fine. I swear I'm still trying. I'm here. I just need a little bit more time To spell things out To break them down Time to catch my breath To sit and sort it out The spirit to succeed As necessity Came and ran its course Quietly waned Until it winced away Then it left you on your own The binding feeling of Being swept away Smother under The weight to create I can fix this I can fix this Smother under your weight Now they all want something from you Then just want something else. Now they all want something from you What a gracious hole you dug yourself.