My Greatest Quest

I awake each morning to find that I have no delight in sleep. Passing minutes and wasted hour in self indulging acts. I yearn for a revelation above my own ambtion and for its lack I weep. Living each day with a great desire for knowledge beyond doubtable facts. I seem to always end up here where all I have is a wish and an idea. I wonder oh I wonder if the true enemy to my progress is fear. And if it be so then surely I must be both the master and da slave. Slave to my sinful nature and master to the destiny I most desire. And with this knowledge I must possess the key of light with this darkened cave. Yet here I sit delighted in tears like an honourable thief to moments I steal. Moments I waste as I sit and ponder ever so deep in thoughts that only lack action. I too long to smile for reason either than self gratification oh that joy I long to feel. So now I truly knw even as I refuse to accept that my present life has no progression. I wish I could do more than knw and not fear leaving my comfort zone as venture, Into a quest of unfortold glory as a slave myself once more to the true master of My next and greatest adventure.