I woke up today to the normally scheduled sleep pattern
But I got out from one hell of a dummy dream.
Every now and again, my subconscious likes to trick me into believing
I’ve wasted my time, it all flies before me,
And I can’t hold my own through a paper bag.
So sometimes, it takes the manifestations of my slumber
And injects truly nonsensical moments into the dream,
Where I completely fail at everything I do
And respond with a dumb “Oh well,” before
Moving on to fuck the next thing up.
Amusement park rides and pseudo band camps
Illustrate distant worries and fears that I’ve yet to fully tackle.
But they’re well on their way.
Accountability is on its way to becoming habitual.
My afterburner productivity mornings are on their way to the routine.
I want to make this and continue to be Fabulous,
But the road is long and daunting,
And even my own dreamscape has money against me.
So how In the world do you still love yourself like you’re the champ?
It’s been months since I picked up the “fake it till you make it” mentality
Gathering dust in the corner pile behind the high school prom memories
(I never went to prom)
Even if I am afraid of failure,
I’m nailing the majority of my grades.
I’m creating content left and right across all mediums.
I’ve got a surplus of $ in the bank from things I’ve started this semester.
I’ve turned the month of loose change time we’ve spent here
And turned it into unfathomable memories,
Epiphanies, left and right
Struggles overcome with patience
And the accountability I was afraid of losing.
I’ve taken victory from the jaws of defeat
And had my cup overflow with merry.
I’ve certainly gotten my money’s worth with investor’s acumen,
And I don’t intend to stop.
So we’ll lace up,
Hit the track,
Hit the papers,
Grab the pen,
Roll the papers,
Roll my Rs,
Roll my steps,
Write the words,
Write to live
Write to love
Write to forgive.