doubt

planted within and clearly not obvious, thoughts fly while emotions try to make sense of events, clearly it is a failure! when what is apparent has been norms, normalized, average, everyone does it that the dot gets missed, a seed planted beneath all those layers, feeding on the swirls patterns that make mock, a story told in such a way where it becomes palatable, never mind it is completely a fairy tale, will, determination, aspirations, like young stems shoot towards the sky, wanting to take hold of the sun what energy, what life, what heat drinking, absorbing, the swirls, patterns, colors while a story is being told that there is no other explanations. wait. no other? a shadow of doubt, a voice crying out stifled when the wind rushes by, chasing endless dreams