I Listened
To motivation I listened.
Daylight greeted, and bid farewell
but I still listened.
Night came
Peeked though the window,
watched as I roamed around
comprehending what I had listened to.
Days turned to weeks,
and weeks to months,
then years, almost in unison
Yet nothing came about
I listened still
to motivation like a
motive motioned to
evocate.
I believed and crazy I was labelled
I fell and laughter
erupted from their throats
hoarse yet mockingly infectious.
"You can't do it", "you're only a dreamer"
they mocked and concluded.
But I still listened
Diligent, helpless
yet submissive to conquest,
and now
I listened,
conceived, and attainment is tied
around my soul's
successor, for thee who listens
in abundance gift's he shall obtain.
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