is there any spark here?

So I guess I should be windowshopping, but I have this feeling that I'm going to lose this internal impetus if I don't just start spitting out my thoughts right now. So that's what I'm trying to do.

But nobody said it was gonna be easy.

But they never do
and it never was
and sometimes i worry
about failure
never stop sniff a rose and
pause
and now we're making progress
i've begun
to unload
what's inside
that i hide
but not quite deep enough
i can't find it.

so it's good
that i dig
past the surface every now and then
where's my purpose?
why do i find most
joy in nuance?
there's a temptation in internal things
but
limitless imagination running loose
stifles productivity
and yet
i let that stallion ride
because there's some fantastic scenery on that ride off into the sunset.