Goals And Targets Poem by Phil Soar

I did not set my goals
as my adviser's said I must
I chose my friends so carefully
the one's that I could trust
I dwelt on all my actions
never knowing right from wrong
I had no sense of purpose
and my feelings were not strong

No sense of the adventure
that was there before my eyes
the sky was not my limit
and my mind was full of lies
my values not important
as I searched for love and hope
no sense of the perspective
that might help myself to cope

The targets set by others
as I worked through life's extremes
the splinters on the driftwood
that had shattered many dreams
the way I should compose myself
in matter of distress
were all a test and challenge
on my way to my success