I sit and I think, too long

Let the scourge cloud belief,

Doubts float in, fog over

Let unfounded fear flood confidence and control

Wash away certainty

Certainly, frustratingly

It is one thing of which I can have no doubts

That the tide of conviction will turn

Bring with it the wrecking

Mind wracking

Second Guess - a vessel departing for a neverending voyage

An expedition to prove myself wrong

Plotting a course through certain ridicule

Destined for failure.

 

The treasure I seek is a distraction

An escape

From the suffocating, soundless questioning

Of mind's maps charting lines through oceans

Of prophesised disaster

From the self-sacrifice of time and mind.

 

Mind you, I ponder

Ready the cannons

Or unfurl the sails

For this procrastination is another sure fire way

To fail.