Restless

For some of us
The terror of failure
Is outweighed by
The trauma of “what if”

And so
We will be everlasting chasers
To many dreams to stay still for long
The next idea beckons
Dust never settles on us
Too much wind from our restless spirits

It’s a wicked road to travel
With little forgiveness
But it’s not in our blood to settle
And most of the time
We don’t even know what we are chasing
Or if it even exists

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