Square One

You run into a concrete wall,
trapped in a complicated maze,
given up on dribbling that ball,
just been suffocating in this phase.
The pawn in a strategic chess game,
negotiating for that vital promotion,
ready to sacrifice name and fame,
for treasures hidden under the ocean.
Been working and sweating profusely,
chasing dreams to vague to hold,
people you know laughing amusingly,
soon they'll be the first to fold.

Impatience fuels your perseverance,
you're fighting against the odds,
like Hercules going the distance,
working and connecting those dots.
As you solemly sit and reminisce,
having painful nostalgic pangs,
realizing they've become bags of sense,
filing your once empty, now useful cans.
Soon enough you brush your shoulders,
stand up and stretch your face,
to start moving those boulders,
not to finish, but to win that race.

Running up hills and across deserts,
meeting obstacles becomes a daily affair,
nodding and shaking hands with lizards,
carrying out life's outrageous dare.
Tired of being walked all over on,
pushing your way through the crowds,
feeling like you're all new and reborn,
trying to shut out shouts and doubts.
But you know the Devil's right on your back,
doesn't matter how hard or far you run,
and you hate staring at the fact;
that you're going to stumble back to square one.