Without fear, that might have been me...

All I’m saying is that could’ve been me.

That could have been me but it wasn’t.

The call for an opportunity was incoming. 

I had two options: either accept it or decline it.

But like a fool, I allowed it to run its course. 

The fuss over my fidgets is that I never kickoff. 

I am first come, first served for invisibility.  

The upsell from fear is seclusion on the undercard.

My courage could use cardio.

But the treadmill would give me a run that’s uncomfy.  

My legs cramp before I can attempt to sprint.

Only if I could’ve only if I would’ve only if I should’ve.

Maybe it’s my fault for allowing it to happen.

Instead of protecting my dreams.

I became neglectful, shifting my eyes to perceive everyone else as special.

Rolling out the red carpet for the mention of a miscellaneous name. 

Worshiping the acclaimed society has already placed its favorites on a pedestal.

Which proves that I will never be successful, I’ll never reach that level.

There is always someone who’s tasteless.

When called upon to taste test my bare minimum.

If I minicammed the bumping of my rough edges. 

I could smooth out the thumping and learn something.

Pulling yes out of the water before it shrivels.

Would make my follow through crystal clear.