Halfway

I start with new determination, set,
above the valley floor of politics,
off in the distance is a silhouette,
an unfamiliar end that now conflicts.

Suspended, stalled, my vehicle is still,
I'm helpless keeping muddled thoughts at bay.
Inaction now confounds my purposed will,
lodged frozen in ambition's path, halfway.

The boundless possibilities of youth,
without the temperance of lessons learned,
are hampering attempts at seeing truth,
and thus effects of cause can't be discerned. 

I focus on the task and redefine,
until my sudden fear is in decline.

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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