The illusion of falling behind

The illusion of falling behind

Feels like a pressure chamber

Filled with air that likes to whisper

That you will never measure up

To what people expect of you

But it is a sneaky trap

That sucks out your vitality

Until you wither inside the shadows

Covered in a thick blanket of regret

When you let the soul navigate,

There is no pressure

No forced performance

No empty pride

But a beautiful forest

Abundant in love and trust