Replenish The Tank

My soul finds itself depleted of resources

Joy and contentment, fascination and curiosity

Forced into hiding by common circumstances of today's grind

Daily I find recent issues backing my peace into a wall

Though better than having no peace at all

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The foundation of my perseverance and drive takes a subtle fall

Where the passing days haven't given much hope to a dream waiting for me to begin creating it

I've called on divine forces to open the doors that I cannot see

That I might be greeted with fiscal relief, and productive events requested

I leave my bed sheets in the morn, with more of my patience apparently being tested

I have invested so much time

When will my time come?

I don't know how much I have left in the tank