At a snail’s pace

More goals than time in a day.

Move forward five steps now go back to the drawing board.

Is it me holding myself back?

Making headway just to breakaway.

Planning ahead just to end up in a roundabout.

Stop in the middle you may get hit from behind.

Go too fast you may hit someone that doesn’t yield.

Make a commitment or play the field.

Life may be short but it seems so long.

Long enough to wonder, to ponder, to dream.

I wish I had a heavy stream of cash.

Or at least a pause in time to make a fine dash.

Heck who am I kidding I’m still stuck in the same spot.

Moving at a snail’s pace.

Trying to face my demons.

Trying to be able to leave this horrible place.

Stay humble and under the radar.

Having the ability to shine but much rather hide.

I guess it’s all for the best.

Who says you must always pass the test?

It doesn’t have to be a matter of us vs. them.

Survive at your own wavelength.

Not everyone is meant to thrive.

Swallow the pills and beware of the beehive.

Sit down and count aloud.

Go to your comfortable and imaginary realm.

No pressure and at your own pace.

Demand and conquer your proper place.

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