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Apr 2014
I went to that workshop just the other day.
It told me nothing...
Maybe someone there was inspired,
inspired to read a book, write a song,
change their whole life around.
I don't know.
That certainly wasn't me.
I wasn't inspired.
But it did make me think,
why?
Why do what I do?
Why do I challenge myself in different ways everyday?
Why bother trying?
I don't have any pressure on me.
Why not just stop now and take a right turn for Simple Boulevard?
Not one person would be mad at me.
No one will care, but,

but I will..
I care!
That's not me!
No!
I won't do it!
I'll stick to Challenge Lane!
No, I don't know why!
I just can't explain it, but it's who I am!

Wait, what?

I know who I am,
I know when I thrive,
I know what I love.

Boulevards may have their flowers,
but maybe my little lane ends in a lake.
And oh, how I do love water.
Meagan Marie
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