Round after round I fight deception,
The promise of progress shrouded in regression.
I fall short of fulfillment, the title I'm chasing,
A sore reality squarely of my making.
Running from my corner as societal noise swells,
The reason I run, not even I can tell.
Tending battle wounds, thoughts question conviction,
Are you seeking fulfillment or scurrying for validation?
Doubt snuffed my little light,
In the darkness it jeered.
And so began the fight... It was all out of fear?
Fear of what? Hmmm... No recollection.
But fulfillment was a sitting duck, rocked by the heavy hand of validation.