Daily is Awash with Space

daily is
awash with
space
and time
continues
beastfully on
crushing beautiful
monuments in it’s
course
in childhood dreams
i could always
outrun
silver charm
with my tongue
adulthood seems
much more
unaffected
by my
swaying ways
my muscles
weaker
these days
these days
i hang
off beds
my hair 
a trundle
i riddle my brain
to unlock blockages
the passage seems
stagnant and i feel
lethargy--
boundless energy
no longer within me
but fear of failure
continues to fuel
me
i stride, i stay, i lay
i run and burst
say, “good enough?”
the question always
unanswered
sends me back 
to the drawing 
board