Motivation

Its that feeling that drives me.
Takes me to the highest point in the world.
This wait may be long.
Its an aching distance.
How many times have I thought
Should I walk taking care to reshape the damage done to my life?
Should I run to escape the shadows sticking to the light so's not to fear what I can't see?
I try not to admit nightmares are real.
Should I sprint to avoid looking in the sea glass as the stars tell my forecast by measuring my stripped imperfections?
Why do I catch myself questioning purpose when I walk through ill-drawn circles...