My world seeks me yet I find myself unavailable
Occupied by nothing, living in a trajectory
Every path revolves around the same activity
The activity of doing nothing.
Random thoughts permeate my being
I find myself constantly being swallowed up by my own unwillingness
I know I must get up and strive
To what end?? the question becomes recurrent.
If I am to find my place again
I must first learn to conquer my thoughts
The thoughts that will me be mediocre
The thoughts that say to me to work at my own pace
When did it become a lie to work at one’s pace?
It did when it started popping up as an excuse to every reason to strive?
When it chipped away at my motivation to succeed
Having watched myself in constant decline
I must ask different questions
I must change perspectives
I must adopt new principles.
