| Weary I grow so very weary, And with it comes carelessness, And with carelessness comes lack of motivation, Which brings lack of success. How then am I to succeed When those who push me towards success Make me weary? As I grow weary, I grow detached; I grow tired and withdrawn, And I do not grow, but lie And try to remember what it felt like To be eager, hopeful, ambitious. Because the people who drove these Into me have driven them out, So concern leaves me, and I don�t care. |