Ability.

My own limitations get the best of me I only see to the extent of me I'm pushing out into unseen horizons Just to extend my own capabilities I feel my way and bring it home with me Slowly losing touch will make it hard to find things Relax and let go That's what the signals show, but I've forgotten how to read Hit quick and then go It's what I've done before, but am I stubborn and deceived Finding all the things that I'm lacking What's good to me is limited to what I see And what I do I atrophy, when I give in, to mediocrity In what I do But I'm so damn critical Of my own delivery, my taste Because I'm just an individual With no right to fame Restless nights spent wondering if my calling is calling to me or nothing Putting everything into failed endeavors leaves a shell of someone else's dreams Bury my face in my hands just to escape the risk of humility. Who am I kidding Hopeless only in the face of death. I have time so why am I quitting What's good to me is limited to what I see And what I do I atrophy, when I give in, to mediocrity In what I do