Lazy yet ambitious

The world at large yet somehow it’s all still stuck in my head. 

Flowers flourishing yet just in an abandoned field. 

Lively as a bird in a cage.

My own dreams are condemned to hell, 

When I'm tied to a bed of my own faults and weaknesses. 

I am rage.

I am stuck. 

I am hurt. 

I am everything I need to be but only in my head

Since I can’t find a way to live and be something.

I am ambition,

Yet still somehow frozen in time.

I am great, 

Yet unable to make anything great happen.

I am a statue.

I am a  thick block of ice,

Left in the middle of nowhere. 

Dying with potential. 

Burning with desire.

Tortured with my own thoughts.

Left with no dignity.

I am desperately wanting to be her, but I simply can’t. 

I am too indolent to do it.