'Second Guess' I sense you.
Stifled by repression
Hidden
But over-obsession threatens through
Hindsight and prediction
Inner confliction
Beckons you
When exposed to the unknown
You attempt to arise
And as I try and pry the grasp you have inside
I wonder whether you’re ever going to subside
Are you just part of me or some separate entity?
Meticulously analysing every possibility
It’s a stark contrast to the past where
decisions were made fast without your fragility.
You’re overgrown, unwanted
The weed whose seed
Is too deeply sown
To simply curtail
If your reason for existence is to offer resistance
Then I refuse to bow at your insistence.
Persistence is your key, but honestly
I’m in control.