Starting but then
taking
forever
finish.
Each movement taking years of life,
at least that's how it feels
and you feel
the motivation
diminish.
Through your veins flows
blood and dreams,
through the window,
challenges that tear at your seams,
better learn to garnish.
Life's not always beautiful,
sometimes when you want to push,
life makes you pull,
pretending they don't exist,
won't make your problems vanish.
You can't stay hold on to things forever,
they get old, even faster than you,
scrapping self motivation together,
you realize it's true,
eventually all things tarnish.
So today is a treasure,
that should be treated like a surprise,
it's valuable beyond measure,
given to the wise,
wasted by the foolish.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
