pressure dawns...

leaving....is it a begining?
or is it a soul searching of what is to becoming.
Dreaming...is it all reasons,
of never getting the achievements?
or never being true and realistic,
to the fact that all are but underlying consequences.

Loving...is it to becoming,
or merely thinking of having but gaining nothing?
seething....is it to take out the uneven lining,
or having a somewhat blame to secure,
the fear and troubles of this being.

Finally thinking...is it all worthless thoughts,
which are nothing but deceiving?
and playing a role in getting nothing but... feelings.
Am leaving, am not needing,
am afraid to become what was truly the actual being.

The idea, of conceiving a web that seeks a yearning,
but never make a cut,because it is afraid to step out.
As it will create a cascade of fears,
a drop in between the tears,
most likely incurring all the devils of the ears.

What is the ending,
of the begining..
or has it just started?
or merely left to follow or rather ,
it had not, to begin with???