Inspiration, motivation, dedication,
Things that I wish I have got,
But uninspired in my occupation,
I'm starting to feel like I rot.
Sitting here idly,
Just surfing all day long,
I start to feel self pity,
For one who used to be so strong.
All the responsibilities I carry,
Heavy upon weary shoulders,
My mind so full of worry,
About what's in the mind of others.
I wish I could see a light there,
Right at the end of the tunnel,
But I am afraid to pay my fare,
Because it just might be my funeral.
