Feels like I'm living on a treadmill,
I'm moving, but I'm going nowhere.
People around me think that everything works,
But it doesn't; in fact, it hurts.
It hurts to think of progress
While you see your regress.
Trying becomes only a word,
It loses action, and it gains no passion.
Soon, everything will be another lesson.
I always learn:
From the mistakes, emotions, and despair.
Then again, I act like everything's smooth and fair.
But then I'll have to apply the knowledge:
That's where I earn recognition, use intuition, and focus on ambition.
However, somewhere down the line, I crash.
I lose focus, I look for help, and I end up back in square one, stuck on a treadmill.
Moving but going nowhere,
While everyone thinks that all works for me.
It doesn't; in fact, it hurts.
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PoetryThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.
