Brain Fart (work in progress)

Held back by
apprehension and fear,
remembering days past,
those problems weren't there.
Used to go on
without a care in the world.
Now, sometimes I feel like
one of Pavlov's rovers,
salivating to the bell being rung.
I've got the universe
tapping me on my shoulder,
telling me I'm on the right path.
Moving through myself,
changing myself,
before I can change the world.