Find its own fate

I don't seem to keep my eye on the prize
In my head I hear my voice feed me lies
But in my heart I feel the need
To write and write until my fingertips bleed

I can't stay focused when the time does lapse
Perhaps, I'm scared of success, perhaps
Or maybe, just maybe, I don't want it all
Maybe I would rather quit than try and fall

It tugs at my soul with a weight to release
The explosion it needs to create its own peace
Desire and greed to escape my mind
To escape and fulfil, both at the same time

I should let it all out and open the flood gate
Let my creativity flow and let it find its own fate