Suffocating slowly

I need space for my desires,
for my chance to fully grow and know that i've maximized my potential.
constantly in motion, pulled here and there,
the sphere of my existence is being challenged.
reaching for something,
what?
where is this place that i think i need to go?
how will i know when i arrive? running the distance required, tired, anxious, big dreams press me forward, yet there is this thing, this........weight, that holds me back. no room, not enough room for us all to fit "quit while you're ahead" it says, know your role, accept that this is all there is, that in the way of how things are you're no star (not even a stand in) merely fulfilling your part in the human race, was never promised to be a joy just simply a ploy to get you to play along. oh! now i get it.

yet i still have this need, this greed, this seed (that needs to grow to feed) this weed.

i need space for my desires.
i need space for my desires.
i need space for my desires.
just don't want to choke in my own air.