Unforgotten
I have dreams,
I have ambitions.
I don’t have motivation,
Or a way to do what
I love without serious effort
Just to start. Although, I
Never forget about my
Dreams, I just never start
What I have to finish and
It kills me, but I never do
Anything. I hear the
Definition of insanity is
Doing the same thing over
And over again, expecting
Something different to happen.
If that is true, than I am
Insane. I can feel it
In the way that I sit down to
Work on my dreams and it
Takes an hour for me to do
My minimum work requirement.
I do that over and over and
Over and over, and always tell
Myself, “This time…” I
Think I may be insane, but
I can deal with any kind of
Mental disorder because
Even if I’m only getting small
Amounts of work done, at
Least I’m working towards what
I want. So insanity is only a
Small price to pay compared to
What I’ll feel when I achieve
My dreams. I am insane.
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