My body remains here,
A hollow reminder
Of what used to linger.
A shell of potential,
Sorrowful and regretful
With a look of true wonder,
True naive despair;
Motivation seems to elude me
Like a slight cool breeze
Through a dense autumn forest.
Which way shall I chase it?
In which direction
Shall I aim my vain attempt
At catching what I lack
The ability to attain?
In pondering this, in pitying myself,
I’ve lost my chance.
Hesitation has wasted away my
Opportunity.
Age 19