I Want It to Be True

It’s only the same routine tomorrow that you did yesterday.
And today you awake to a challenge of motivation.
Potentially great. Potentially distant.
Forgotten.

Does anyone even watch the stoplights anymore?

We just follow the car in front of us when it begins the process of motion.
The process we struggle with.

And could I write as long as time continued?
Well, sure, I’d love to go.
But how far will I get this way? How far?
Is there a path that continues on through my method of record keeping?
Oh, would you snap out of it?
This is life after all and all of what you are.
No, these are lies. You have not seen what you will become.