Humans are fickle by nature
We drift
Like cotton seeds in the wind
Like heads of corn in a field
Like dust motes in the light
We've had success even though
But rare it is
For that greatness
Is only among the truly phenomenal
The brilliant, the revolutionaries
For the rest of us
Greatness can only be achieved
By fighting our very nature
Our nature to leave a project unfinished
To procrastinate and push it ever forward
We must stick to it
Slog through the boredom and the pain and the sacrifice
Keeping our eyes on the goal
Ignoring the passage of time
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My collection of poems
PoetryThis is a collection of every poem and write up I've worked on for the last year. Enjoy Daily updates...
