As I sit and I ponder on my dreams and aspirations
My mind begins to wonder as I\'m hit with revelations
On my procrastination,
My lack of motivation.
I take a pause. I hold my breath.
Yet I\'m still sitting here, not moving a limb,
Thinking about how my thoughts have become ever so dim
More or less dull
Perhaps I should get up rather than sit here and sulk?
But then I begin to think about what my gift
The gift of writing
The way the words are guiding,
As the flow of these words travel from my brain to my fingers
I no longer have to feel as though my body must linger
Use your gift
Find your vocation
Once you search deep within
You\'ll find its location.