Thrown to the wayside
gnawing, gnawing
things I fear to fail
so I will not try
until there’s no time left
I can blame it on the time
It’s not very often
I’m drawing blanks
so I act as though I’m not
and I do not try
’til the things I fear the most
are piled by the wayside
gnawing, gnawing
I suppose challenges and fear are an acquired taste