Dreams Left Tattered

I wake each day to a muted sun,  

The clock’s stern ticking has just begun.  

A job that drains, a soul confined,  

Dreams left tattered, hope maligned.  

The walls are gray, the tasks mundane,  

Each hour passes, a weary refrain.  

The spark I held, it flickers dim,  

Lost in a sea of "just fit in."  

I loathe the grind, the endless fight,  

To trade my days for sleepless nights.  

But fear’s a whisper, soft yet strong,  

"What if you're wrong? What if you're wrong?"  

The bills, they loom, a heavy shroud,  

Responsibilities speak aloud.  

"Stay where it’s safe, don’t chase the dream,  

Life’s not as simple as it may seem."  

Yet somewhere deep, a fire remains,  

A yearning voice that breaks the chains.  

"Step out, be bold, let courage lead,  

Plant a new path, sow your own seed."  

The fear persists, it grips, it bites,  

But freedom glimmers in the nights.  

A leap of faith may tear the veil,  

And turn the fear into a tale.  

So here I stand, at courage’s door,  

Afraid to leave, afraid of more.  

But maybe soon, I’ll find my way,  

And live to love my work one day.