My Zombies

Cumbersome as a cummerbund
This noose around my potential
How far away? How far away
Is the fruition of my freedoms
How long the distance to my dreams
My journey is a haunted house
Walls and fog rooms, darkness and fears
Self-limiting beliefs block every doorway
Charging me like zombies desirous
to gnaw upon my naive neck
It’s probably only when the blood is spilling out
That I’ll be able to see it clearly
See it all unfold before me
In twenty - twenty hindsight vision:
All the steps I could have taken
All the steps I should have taken
All the steps I would have taken

…if I only had believed in myself