A Troubled Mind
A list of troubles consumes my mind.
I can not fight, this list with just my fist.
Even the strength of my own two hands are inferior.
To be superior i have to show how i have matured,
Utilize the depths of my will, but as they say, " things may be further than what they seem."
The same concept can be applied to my will.
Motivation for me, is in the fog.
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