doubt

where do i leave all the courage
and the passion i once had
i held it once
i held it twice
and i’m assured i had it

illusion, illusion
i don’t want all these to be a fake
but does not mean if it’s real
then it surely is mine

what is mine,
and what is not?
i am now being faced with a fine
that being my very own self-thoughts

i am a being of many wishes,
i am a being with the flair of many
yet the weight of satisfaction is not in the many,
but in the sharpness of the few