Ever feel like you’re stuck in a rut? Like your dreams are unreachable, lost in a void somewhere?
Me too. I felt like that a few weeks back, and out popped this poem. Hope y’all enjoy it!
Feet buried in the mud,
Taking this familiar path again.
The one I know is safe,
My net a growing rut.
Hopes buried in the ground,
Taking the familiar advice again.
We have to do what is safe.
We must never jump.
But my feet are made of springs,
Springs that drown in the rut.
But to have hopes and dreams,
That’s just asking for too much.
Sights set on the prize,
Mind grounded in reality.
But I trudge on.
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