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.