Goals, Dreams and Aspirations
My aspirations are torn into shreds,
Had wonderful dreams but nmow they are dead.
I tried and I tried to follow my goals,
But now all those visions are burnt down to coals.
I'm sick oh so sick of my failing so much,
The way I can't prove I am good realy sucks.
So now my conclusion to this idiocy,
I'll never know why I had the nerve to dream.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
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