motivation: try to get myself to do,
to focus on the task at hand,
but my mind is somewhere else,
off to neverland,
a perpetual struggle to exist,
to simply make myself believe I do,
but I'm doubtful of what I am,
It seems to be some kind of joke,
I can't take it serious
It doesn't seem real,
it's hard to even feel;
A Quandry
Self doubt. With so many distractions and so many bad lessons, it is hard to find the self, let alone believe what it tells you. Listen. It whispers beneath the cacophany :D