Where are you going with this?

 Sometimes it's poverty
destitute cut off from the sources
Abundance once conjured now a dry creek bed
stained mud yellow

You plan yourself, who you are going to be
weak at the knees, arms drooping
attempting to retrieve that vital energy
Where is that inspiration, creativity that kick that super hot fuel?

Is it just cheap external recognition
is that all it boils down to
Where are you carrying yourself to
What kind of being are you?

Are you a trier an attempter
How's the water, hows the weather
What's it like being just a trier among all of this
just a mission planner and failer ensconced?

where can you go with your ideas
can you desperately achieve something
Are you panicking right now
Can you create another world to run to?

Move people with words
Is this all just a game
Is that how you've framed it
Just an illusion, just an excursion...

Just one big fat nice try!
One nice big patt on the back
By those who've acquired it all already
"You did a good job, but better luck next time."

struggling through like a giraffe
Two minutes after being born
No one to guide you out on the savannah
just afterbirth slippery on the hooves