Obstacles With a Humorous Side
What lies ahead I wonder? It does not come to me. Not a picture, Not a thought, not a plan. Stuck in a second with no future in sight. My spirit dead by the past. Struggling to move forward, slowly, future thoughts being crushed by times stretch, lost is my hope that my goals will never be reached with obstacle after obstacle killing motivation, knowing what stands in my way. Moving backwards and forward by expense and my health being broken with every set back, energy dead. How long must I wait for the rush of the jet to speed ahead time from the horse and carriage to a long awaited journey that takes the excitement from the goals away.
Be a stowaway on the jet???
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