On one hand, I can see my goals clearly, vividly & at the same time I have a concrete plan in mind I will execute upon.

Everything is crystal clear & beautiful.

On the other hand:
     1) All of this is *******
     2) The Government is WATCHING US
     3) People don't WANT YOU TO WIN
     4) "WHY SHOULD I BE SUCCESSFUL? DO I EVEN DESERVE
           IT?"

I wonder.

Chasing, out of reach,
the pleasure you seek.
I ponder, could it be, my
technique? Greatness, our
aim, failure, to live amongst
those, who toil, in shame. Yet,
perhaps it is we, who dread
her challenge, the untamed.
Drive, to her chamber, feel
her unmask, her revenge,
impale, on your passion.

I decided
to set some goals

Goals I want to reach 'till the end of this year
even though I hate stuff like that

but I felt like
I need to give myself a time limit
I need to force myself

Otherwise,
I'll never reach those goals

I set them for me
Not for you
Not for him
Not for her

Only for my own well being
for my own happiness
simply for my own.

Always out of place,
And looking for more.
I have many hopes and dreams,
Yet they never soar.
In need of a push,
Some motivation.
But all it ever does
Is turn into frustration.

Wake up with adrenaline,
But it never lasts.
All I ever think about
Is how I failed in the past.
I’m stuck in a rut
And can’t get out.
I feel like I can do it
But then my head fills with doubt.

I try and try again,
But I always fail.
Do I try again?
Or keep walking down this trail.
Everywhere I look,
I see success.
I keep going nowhere
Even though I try my best.

Tired of being comfortable
In the same place.
All of this talent and ideas
Going to waste.
It’s time to get to work,
These words I must embrace.
No more sitting on the sidelines,
It’s time to join the race.

Everybody's searching for them,
Everybody's consumed by them,
Everybody's trapped in a circle to complete,
Everybody's here for a story to tell,

a story that's lost in time,
a story that makes us feel more alive,

a dream that makes us who we are,
a moment that changes us forever,
a feeling we're chasing for eternity,
a wish we're hiding in vanity,

So many we are,
So few we can be,

All these stories we're running after,
All these stories we're running away from,
All these stories we can be,
All these stories which were meant to be,
All these stories we're afraid of,
All these stories our hatred is made of,
All these stories we love,
All these stories we yearn,

So many stories to tell
So little, is Infinite itself

And at the end we'll know
we're not the stories we chose
Because one day every story ends
leaving us with a new life to begin

For some the rules are borrowed.
Others keep them to swallow.
In any case,
today is the day you awaken.
For too long have you sat there afraid.
All of your life you stayed in the shadows.
You followed what you were told.
Feeling the need to please and be accepted.

Today is the day when the pendulum swings.
Its the day when it swings and you are
no longer hanging to its motions.
Its energy in random motion,
its random emotions.

Because now its time to rise up and feel your life.

Really, its time to fulfill life,
to experience its boundless seas and skies.
A new age, a new era is dawning.
It is your time.

It s your time to accept your goals
It is your time to go experience the sensual nature
of glory, freedom, and happiness because
no matter what, you deserve it.

You deserve to feel good.
You deserve to have what you want.
Ignore your doubts and go forth.  

Today is the day you awaken.
Today is the day you stand up.
Today is the day you become a true adult.
Today is the start the great age.
The age of intentional self love.