Drive

A battle wages inside my head
and fills my mind with dread
The very thought leaves me wrought
near' encasing my feat in lead

It's the chance that I may not succeed
and fail in whatever deed
Where such weed came to me?
Who planted such ugly seed?

Some spawn from friends who tried and fail
some from my foe's who shout
"He'll never make it. He can't succeed.
don't hire such a lout."

Such fear kindles many flames
most stoke me to succeed
but fear can stifle all the drive
if becomes too strong a reed

Regardless I must take a stand
and pull such weed with root
Before it grows to big to kill
and my life and actions loot

Far better than weed to grow a tree
from nut called confidence
with trunk of nerve and branches bold
such mettle bears exuberance.