Potential untapped

Potential untapped

Is pushing me to map

A brighter future and to encamp

Underneath a tree of greater humility

Who’s to say who’s right or wrong?

Who’s to say if I’ve ever grown?

Or rather, perhaps regressed into a state untold

Not fit to be classified, because of convictions untied

It’s not what you’ve done,

But how it measures against what you’re given

And for what, or for who you have striven for

And hope against hope will open the door