Time a compulsory conveyor belt dragging me towards the inevitable i postpone acknowledgment i sedate certain thoughts with diversion but upon approaching collision recognition infects my mind anxiety mounts i squirm, i struggle i throw myself back in opposition all pointless i brace for impact.
My impact is small, Difficult to see. My efforts are enormous, On show for all but me. If only my impact came close to my effort, If only, if only. Maybe then it would be worth it. My mark on this world is tiny, My own expectations it did not meet. The energy I put in is endless, So vast it makes me weep. When will my hard work pay off, Will it be after I’m gone? If that’s the case then I don’t want that. I want to be noticed now, Not remembered after.
My impact on this world is small, the effort I put into life is not.