A poem that triggers some sort of motivation to get through each and every day. |
Not to Do List It’s a sick feeling I don’t want to wake up one day and give in to the phantom of regret I don’t want to be that person that succumbs to the tormenting reality I want to believe in the goodness of it all No matter how long it takes to reveal itself I don’t want to be the person surrendering to the evil Nourishing the badness Giving in to the sick feeling Waking up with vomit on the edge of their mouth Sleeping with hysterics in their stomach I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to be that person that doesn’t fear death Because it’s what they wish for I don’t want to spread the swelling of my complications onto my loved ones I want to be the axe that hammers their same swelling I don’t want to struggle with the drives of my loved ones Even when they seem egoistic Even when they seem incompatible I want to tolerate them I want to protect them I don’t want to be that person that resists their happiness Because I would be struggling with my own I don’t want to be that person that lives a linear life With a negative slope No booms, no recessions, just depression I want it all, and I want to fight for it all The booms, the recessions, and even the depressions I want to get chaotic to prove that I’m living to fight for my living I want a sinusoidal life I want this to be my bible My reference My string of faith My savior Each and every time I stumble I want to look my son in the eye and say: Son, I fell I messed up I hurt I got hurt But I picked myself up the definition of living, That’s all you need to know It was a sick feeling But it'll soon be over because I said so because I thought so because I plan so. |