Stalled on the Highway




So much to do; so little drive.
Sit in idle, barely alive.
Potential relaxes next to me,
Waves to Opportunity as it leaves.
Facing me, Future stands,
Forcing me to make up plans,
But I ignore and close the door
On hope, dreams, and anything more.
My life's no circle; just a dot,
'Cause I'll always be in the same spot.
Little difference, little worth
Until I'm taken off this Earth.
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