I went into a panic tonight,

That moment of thought,

Of days ahead,

Of plans that need to be created.

It’s one of those

Everything has a reason moments,

Trying to design an idea,

Make it real to the onlooker.

I thought to myself,

I’ve traveled this road before,

And sometimes the panic is 

An indication of the creative process.

How do we come to believe in ourselves,

Rather than letting the judgment evolve?

Does our society define our identity?

Seems lacking in any sort of grace,

This need to give indication of reason,

Seems a passion to find peace in our lives.