I sit and ponder.
My mind slips while I sip.
I dream I’m somebody.
My words have meaning in this daydream.
People see my work and feel connected to it.
I see myself in a pattern.
The kind only ones with a plan get.
Months pass now I’m still successful.
Still in a routine, just as happy as can be.
But what does this mean?
I must need a routine.
Consistency is key to a content me.
I can be happy, i seen it.
My dream will be my reality.
Bad habits equal fatality.
Determination and motivation
I know who I want to be
I just have to believe in me.