Full Potential

Fighting all my life

To reach the fullness

Of myself.

In the end

An oxymoron.

Potential is pregnant

With possibilities

Never realized.

If it were it would

Be something else,

Perfection perhaps.

As am not

Anywhere near

An idealization.

This aim,

Full potential

Is ever in

The weeds

Of my existence.

A curse

In Never Never Land.