Goals, there are several,
They stay mostly as dreams
Mostly, without even,
Seeing the light of day
Deadlines, come and go
While silent screams
Of frustration and anxiety
Are the norm of the day
Changes why can’t fate?
With success in extremes,
For once, cant life be good?
And, in joy, I begin to sway.
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