Poem: Burning Flame

Another day of sitting.

Another day that was filled with working.

The clock is ticking, but I have not made a move.

My dreams are burning deep inside, but the flames do not burn my soul.

They give it fuel, but not enough to drive.

Thinking of ways to succeed, but too afraid to make that leap.

I want this fire so bad, but I drink too much water.

Dreaming of a better way is hurting the path to get there.

When will the time go for the flames to stretch out?

I know not tomorrow, but I believe they will soon.

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