Losing

It's not like I don't make time to write poetry
But each time I look a mental fog I see
I try to break these bonds that lock me down so
Still fighting so hard the direction it's telling me to go
To give up financial well being for a place of less stress
Though I try to control it and I'm doing my best
It seems to stop me from being who I truly want to be
Keeping me from all the sights I truly want to see
The poem starts are there but quickly fade away
By the time I get home mentally locked is the day
I get inspired for a moment that is fleeting at its longest
Though I try my best and all my will to be my strongest
Some days I win the fight and get to write as I please
But other days I feel as though I want to fall down on my knees
Crying for the poet who wants to burst out and arrive
To write down all these words and thoughts I hold inside
Please if you have a way to help please just let me hear
For I'm afraid to lose the passion, my muse forever I so fear