The dissatisfied dreamer

Are you satisfied?  
Why?  
When has life  
ever offered, too much?  
Where can I get  
me some of that?
When did it become a  
compromise?  
I remember mine.  
Still burns me up inside.  
Just a long line...  
wasted time.  
I'm not mad at myself  
anymore.  
I'm just done with  
being dissatisfied.  
The word is an ache.  
A f--kin' plague.  
A world that desires more  
but is stopped from action,  
based solely on being afraid.
A rejectable thing.  
A useless trait.  
You only have to believe  
that you are brave.  
It can be truth  
any damn time you want it to.