Tired. Tired of it all. But every time I stay stagnant. Every time that I just sleep my problems away. The more my problems affect me. The worse they become. I remember all of the goals I want to get accomplished before the year is over. And how none of those goals will even come close to my vicinity if I keep lying around all day and not doing anything. But it's no worries on my end. Because at the end of the day, hell even in the middle of it. I remember what I'm here for. Clock is ticking.
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I'm starting to take things one day at a time. Little by little, I think I'm getting better at this. Who knows maybe I'll be the next best thing. I try not to get ahead of my self. Has been a long one. A lot of people trying to hold me back. Plenty of obstacles I must overcome before I can reach the top. I almost fell back into a trap a couple of hours ago. Fell back into my old ways. But something in me said, nah man. You can't make go back I got this. Little by little.
By Robbie Bale9 months ago in Poets
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