Stuck

Stuck
Buried beneath the surface
Such that your fears may not face
The sunshine that struggles to break through
All because it seemed it was never really up to you

Passion , struggle , desire, ambition
With it they gain permission
To eliminate the need
With nought but ill=deed

Conceived of the weary and disparate heart
Drowned in pride and endless rut
Of arrested development
And abated comment

Seeking now to bury all
With impetuosity
For , it must break through
And be known too.