Goals
By: James Dubeau
Goals
Always
Seem
To
Be
Just
Out
Of
My
Reach
No matter how hard
I work
No matter how hard
I sweat
No matter how hard
I try
Something
Always
Happens
Never fail
Sand beneath my feet
Sinks away
Leaving me trapped
Just out of reach
No one to blame
But myself
For letting the
Deep
Dark
Dank
Recesses
Of my brain
Sabotage
My good intentions
My hard work
My goals
Leaving me
Empty handed
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A self-congratulating, back-patting, narcissistic, creative? writing experiment... Thanks for stopping by, constructive comments appreciated. All posted writing is a work in progress and may be updated at any time.
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