Insecurities that still peak

A coward who's fears don't speak

Half drowned in tears, but not weak

And although they're sheer shrieks

Its clear, life stands bleak

A mere steer from the grand "seek"

A deer smeared across paved streets

Obsessed cheers from unstill feet

Its tunnel vision for the lost and driven

An aimless wander with immense precision

A shameless plunder of opportunities given

Unexpected pregnancy, but a love for children

Paintbrush, but no canvas, graffiti admission

Its taking the chance, although you're scared

Welcoming failure

But giving up is not invited here