Deadlines

Feeling like a fool,

waiting.

All this hard work.

Anticipating.

*

The pressures on

to do the right thing

The things they say

lot's of somethings.

*

So almost there

yet so far away

why can't I get it right

why do I stray.

*

I'll be the first

to admit I'm not all there

I'm feeling the worst

I'm having a scare.

*

What will they think of me

when I fail

what will they think of me

if I bail.

*

The pressures on

to do the good thing

but like a caged bird

I cannot sing.

*

I'll get by

I know I will

the days will get warmer

and I'll get stronger still

*

but I wonder

as I sometimes do

The fate of my future

or will I always be the dreamer , too?