The Idea of doubt
There lingers in each of us
something like a passion,
a desire for that which we envision
a want to succeed, beat our fears into submission.
Doubt comes creeping, with a host full of friends
Lasiness, Cowardish, even Restlessness come along for the ride
they enter our minds, entertain our thoughts
with shows of utter disgrace.
Lasiness sits right next to you, whisper sweet rejections in your ear.
Cowardish just a row ahead, ducking at very action and whim.
Restlessness makes you go crazy, with her talk of enduring decit.
yet the worse of all of these ladies, is that of Miss Questioning.
She comes dressed in her best, she's out to kill
to remove any sign of intellagent life.
First she seduces, then she muses over the stress and the strife.
and before you can see
she's a rooted tree
sucking your enegry
and giving back nothing.
Friends, heed! Beware of her tricks
She will enter your house, and you'll never remove her
once you start with doubting
you can never ever win...
-Olsen W. Potter-
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- Olsen Potter
- Nada e perfeito mas como eu quero. Portuguese is my passion, English is my life, and words are the beats of my heart.