Commit

By A Poem Guy

Everyone’s got a plan till they’re punched in the face

So imma steal some gloves and force myself to commit

Stop overthinking and

Start Achieving

In my head so much it’s like

Fan fiction fantasy

Got the speed of the tortoise

And the breaks of a hare,

My legs can go so much faster than I’ve shared

The muscle hasn't been trained: unaware

Seeing all these people succeed

Sickening, some sense seething,

But the start of success comes with the

Start of sucking in the fear and just running

My boots were made for walking

But I haven’t started stomping

My hands were made for punching and grabbing

But they’re idle like my unmoving meanings

Unchanging to the world like grass to a mower,

I try to cut it down but it grows back like a scab.

I’ve tried to change, be a grower,

But it’s a play, I’m a show-er.

Praise change and growth like a zealot,

But I’m no priest,

No point in practicing what I preach

Like a god of war wanting peace

I’m a hypocrite

Mute with words.

Gotta listen to myself,

An enemy knows you best

And I’m my worst,

Gotta stop and start to commit

Be a boxer, show my worth.