to have never pursued your goals and dreams,
or to have "quit" once you started,
and to have settled for less than what you can be.
surrounded by the picket fence of excuses
I built my house.
and the brambles of laziness
take over the yard that will never be green.
the giants in my life that I failed to confront.
where I invested my time foolishly
an album of achievement is nearby
but the pages are empty.
and my eyes with tears of regret.
is full of dreams, never pursued, never to be.
the door I hesitated to walk through
for fear of the unknown.
but only, as then, in my mind.
that I failed to keep clean and clear,
I can see what's left of the bridge of hope,
now fallen down into the river of regret
which flows by daily, reminding me
of all that I could have achieved,
of all the dreams I could have lived.
somewhere...
In the Land of Mediocrity.
Be willing to do whatever it takes.
Don't let these words become your reality.
