Here for a reason
I have come here for a purpose
I am here for a reason
But already my purpose is diminishing
As I listen to the twang of a banjo.
I arrived with a goal in mind
With my eyes on the finish line
But the prize seems out of reach
As I stare at my steaming cup.
I came here to finish it
To cease procrastination
But completion seems unattainable
As I sit and let my wandering mind wander.
I came to this place
Where my mind can focus
But now, I think I'll just let my thoughts drift.
1 comment:
Nice poem.
You should ride your bike in Baltimore.
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