Electric Lights
The shining of the light on the screen tempts me once again,
It's shimmering presence seems to say, "you know how well I entertain!"
I look at my work that I've toiled on for hours, riddled with frustration.
Before the temptation takes me away again I thnk, "Not before my final calculation."
Hours go by, my pen scratches in a flurry like it has never done before,
I crack my back and think, "Am I a child no more?"
//Being able to deny immediate gratification is a skill that is vitaly important. When I
finally learned this I supposed that I was one step closer to becoming a proper adult.
If I could go back and tell the younger me a bit of advice it would be, work hard
and work long.\\
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