Motivation escapes my mind
like brilliant colors from the blind.
No discipline in my soul
to make me reach out for my goals.
I sulk alone in my bed
as majestic thoughts fill my head.
I asked myself 'why must you be so sloth? '
when you know the price that it will cost.
I strain my eyes but I still don't see
what the future could hold for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem