Poetry

Running…

I’m so tired, running for miles it seems, but pausing for rest, only to realize I’m in the same place at a different time. Is this what opportunity looks like? Will I wake up one day surrounded by silk or just a pillow fill of tears?

I have no time for self pity as the world is turning again. Did it even stop, or was I just caught in the world that is planning, building, working, and sacrifice? Doesn’t matter because the goal has not yet been met. So close, yet so far away.

At the end of the day, change is all that matters. Change of heart, change of mind, bout to change my clothes and get back to chasing my dreams.

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