Running faster than the bullets of a
gun
Running faster or work will be undone
I will work hard, yet they will work
harder
Though I cannot let that break my
ardour
Motivation, it is needed to survive
To eat, to breathe, and yet not just
to thrive
Rising from bed, a difficult feat
A day without apathy would be
incomplete
Motivation, so hard to find within
Yet to be without it, a deadly sin
So don’t go bury your head in the sand
It won’t be there, as I understand
Ironic, insight coming from myself
But I should follow it, and that is heartfelt.
